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The Blitzkrieg Revolution

By EpitomeOfMisery

Chapter I: Reform?

They hadn't mentioned it since the days of the abbey. Each of them believed it had been over for good long ago.

The doors to the hospital slid open as he stepped inside, walking silently through the busy halls, never once looking up but still managing to manoeuvre his way through the crowds of people.

Kai stopped outside a door to a private ward, not bothering to knock he reached out for the handle, but stopped.

Crimson eyes blinked as a slight frown of confusion appeared on his pale features. He blocked out the noise of the hospital around him, focusing on the faint voice he could hear inside.

1"Nare nai shiro ha nigate toiki sae hibiku
Sora no iro sae shire tara sukuwa reru noni
Umaku deki nu kokyuu mo itsuka wasure tai
Sou negaeru tsuyo sa mo hi? Biso-"

He pushed down on the handle, pushing the door open. "…Tala?"

The red haired Russian looked up to glare at the other. "You could knock, you know?" He said.

"Hn." Kai moved forward into the room, letting the door slip shut behind him. He moved to lean against the wall beside the window, closing his eyes. "I didn't know you still sung," he muttered.

Tala frowned at him from where he saw on the hospital bed. "I've got nothing else to do in this place."

It was silent for a few moments, before Kai spoke up again. "Have they said when you're getting out of here?"

Tala shrugged, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Should be soon. Could even be in the next couple of days," he said, slipping his arms into the crutches and pushing himself up. "Mr Dickenson's the one sorting out all the paperwork and stuff."

He moved to stand beside Kai, looking out the window at the city sparkling in the warm sunlight.

Kai opened his eyes slightly, glancing to the side at his comrade. "You can still sing, Tala," he commented, closing his eyes once again.

The red head smirked, closing his own azure orbs briefly. "And I bet you could still murder that guitar," he replied.

Kai gave no response, standing in his usual position. His slate bangs hung over his face, shadowing his pale features. His arms were crossed, clad in the leather of his black jacket.

Tala's smirk fell, noticing he could just see the edge of the bandages that the jacket mostly hid. He turned back to the window, a slight anger flashing in his icy eyes.

Boris may have been thrown in prison, but it didn't feel like enough. It wasn't enough. Not to pay for all the lives Boris had destroyed. It was only a slight compensation of revenge for everything he had done to them.

"Boris used to hate me singing," the red head muttered, turning his head toward the phoenix. "Remember he used to say music was bad because it encouraged us to think for ourselves." Tala scoffed slightly. "Hn. Now the goofball's rotting in jail."

"It's what he deserves," Kai replied, still standing in the same position.

Tala smirked slightly. "Yeah." He turned around to lean back against the wall, his back to the window, taking the wait off of the crutches for a few moments. "So Kai, where are you living now everything's at last moving on?"

The crimson orbs were visible momentarily as Kai gave him a sideways glance. A flash off annoyance seemed to cross his features briefly. "…Tyson's," he replied eventually.

Tala gave a snort of amusement. "I'm sure you're loving that," he drawled.

"Hn."

Tala shook his head at the other, moving back over to sit on the edge of the bed. "I can't wait to get out of here," he said, glancing up at the window. "I guess it was good of Mr Dickenson to give us a room at the BBA. The new building's really improved."

Kai gave no response, the light from the window highlighting his pale skin.

--

"DAICHI!" Tyson yelled, diving after the younger blader. "COME BACK HERE WITH MY POTATO CHIPS!"

Hillary sighed, watching the two boys chase each other around the dojo. She pushed herself up, walking over to where Kenny sat, on the floor, with his laptop in the corner of the room. "Hey, Chief! What you doing?"

Kenny jumped suddenly, lowering the screen so Hillary couldn't make out what was on it. "Oh, h-hi Hillary! I'm just…. Working on Beyblade updates!" He stuttered.

The brunette frowned at him, bending down so her head was on the same level as the brown bush of hair. "No you're not! What are you hiding?!"

Kenny immediately held his hands up in defence. "What? I'm not hiding anything! Don't be ridiculous! What makes you think that!" He babbled.

Hillary frowned, reaching out suddenly and yanking the laptop screen up.

A bright picture of a bubbly aqua-haired girl stared back at her, smiling in a sickly sweet way at the camera.

"Argh! Kenny!" She exclaimed. "What are we going to do with you?! What's so special about that blue haired pop princess anyway?! She can't even sing!"

"What do you mean 'she can't sing'!" Kenny screeched. "Ming-Ming has the most beautiful voice in the world!"

"Yeah right!" Hillary half-yelled. "Kenny! She used to work for Boris!"

Kenny shook his head. "That was all in the past. And beside, Mr Dickenson says she may be promoting the BBA soon!"

"WHAT?!" Hillary bellowed. "That stupid fancy little bimbo is going to be promoting the BBA?! Promoting us?!"

"Mr Dickenson says she may be marketing for the whole organisation now things are really starting to get back on their feet," Kenny replied, rubbing his ear from where Hillary had yelled right beside him. "It's a campaign that worked for BEGA, so who says it can't help promote the BBA world-wide?!"

Hillary stood straight, turning her had to where Tyson and Daichi were now fighting over the packet of potato chips. "Hey Tyson!" She called. "Have you heard this?!"

Tyson stopped his struggle with Daichi, turning to the only female member of his team. "Huh? Heard what, Hillary?"

"All this stuff about Ming-Ming promoting the BBA!"

"What? Since when?" Tyson walked over, leaving Daichi on the floor, happily pulling open the bag and munching on potato chips.

Kenny looked up at the world champion. "Mr Dickenson told me yesterday. He said the BBA needs some sort of campaign to get people back and interested again, so he said Ming-Ming may be helping to market the company. It seemed an ideal solution since the former team BEGA members have joined our side."

Tyson grinned, scratching the back of his head. "Ah well. We're all one the same side now. So I guess I don't mind having Ming-Ming singing for the BBA. And besides, if the BBA is getting more attention, that of course means the world champ is too!"

Hillary growled in annoyance at the Japanese boy's antics, falling back to sit on the floor beside Kenny.

--

"Ready to go, my boy?" Mr Dickenson asked, beaming at the red haired Russian.

Tala gave a slight smirk at the man's cheery attitude, nodding in reply. He followed the elderly man down the sterile white corridors and out of the hospital, easily keeping up despite still being on crutches.

They climbed into the back seat of a waiting black car. Tala cast one last look back at the hospital, glad to finally be out.

--

Kai sighed in frustration, casting a glance at his team-mates squabbling in the corner of the dojo before heading through to his own room.

He slid the wooden door shut behind him, heading over to the low bed. He reached under it, pulling out something long, covered in black material.

The Russian unzipped the side of the case, reaching inside. The crimson plastic glinted in the light, contrasting with the black central design.

He looked the guitar over, already knowing it was in perfect condition. For some reason it had been brought with him from the abbey. When he attempted to run away and later found himself under Voltaire's care, he found his grandfather had for some reason placed the guitar in the corner of his small room.

He smirked slightly, shaking his head before placing the guitar back in it's material casing and sliding it under the bed once more.

--

Bryan and Spencer both looked up, hearing a soft knock on the door. The latter stood up to answer it, opening it cautiously. "…Tala!"

The red head smirked. "Hey guys. Miss me?"

"Didn't know they were letting you out today," Bryan commented.

"Neither did I," their captain replied. "They originally said it would be another couple of days at least."

"Ah well. Good to have you back."

Tala smirked in reply, closing his eyes briefly. "I'm just glad to be out of that place."

"What did you do sitting around all day in there?" Bryan asked, sitting on the table top as Tala seated himself in the nearby chair.

"Nothing much to do," the younger replied. "It took me a couple of days to fix Wolborg with the parts you guys dropped off. Beside that I had nothing to do in the next week. I just watched TV to see how the BBA was going and practiced singing a bit."

Both his team-mates turned to look at him at that.

"You still sing, Tala?" Spencer questioned. "I thought Boris banned us from continuing with anything like that."

Icy blue eyes turned to look at him. "That was in the past. We're no longer under Boris' control, guys. We can do what we like now."

Bryan frowned at his captain. "But we can't exactly pick up where we left off. That was just a game as kids. We were only about twelve or thirteen. We couldn't have become a real band."

Tala turned to him with a full-on glare. "Who says we couldn't have? Who knows what we could have achieved without Boris telling us what to do all the time? We can achieve all that now."

"You want us to try the whole music scene again?" Bryan scoffed. "We weren't that good, Tala. And beside, everyone's hooked up on that pop-princess."

Tala lowered his gaze, now glaring at the floor. "We could surpass her easily. She's just a has-been solo act. We were good guys. And we could be even better now there's nothing holding us back."

"Get real, Tala." Bryan stood up. "We're different now. The fans won't accept us as a band now they know us so well as bladers. It won't be like that one time performing in the market square."

"We were young then so I don't see why now we won't be even better than that. If a small crowd from Moscow liked us, I don't see why the rest of the world can't, too."

Bryan shrugged, picking up Falborg. "We're bladers now. And even if we did try it, you tell me where we're going to get a set of decks with a synthesiser and a drum kit from. Kai may still keep that guitar knocking around, but the rest of us couldn't take it with us."

"You can buy them, Bryan. I'm sure Mr Dickenson would help us out."

Bryan turned to glare at him. "We don't need help. We don't need to reform some band we started as a hobby when we were kids." He shoved his blade into his pocket, heading out the door.

Tala sighed, turning to his last team-mate. "What do you think, Spencer?"

The blonde frowned. "Well Bryan's right about finding the instruments, but I don't really know about the rest."

Tala leant back in the chair, closing his eyes briefly. "We need to show everyone that Boris is no longer a part of our lives. We've moved on."

--

Bryan smirked, seeing the solitary figure of Kai Hiwatari standing under the shade of a tree. "Hey," he muttered, leaning on the trunk beside the younger.

"Hn." Kai gave his usual response, keeping his eyes closed.

It was silent for a few moments before Bryan spoke up again. "Tala wants us to reform as a band again."

Kai stayed in the same position, no expression of shock crossed his features, as Bryan had expected. "He can still sing," he replied instead.

Bryan was the one who appeared shocked. "You've heard Tala sing recently?" He frowned.

"Hn. I over heard him when I paid him a visit in the hospital yesterday. I didn't expect him to still have such a good voice."

Bryan smirked to himself. It was rare for Kai to compliment anyone.

The Russian leant back against the tree trunk, thinking Kai's words over. He knew Tala had a definite talent for singing before and if he had maintained it as Kai had said, then maybe they could be some good.

Bryan shook his head, scolding himself for even thinking it. He pushed himself up from the trunk. "It makes no difference whether Tala can still sing or not. Blitzkrieg revolution was dead long ago."

Kai opened his eyes slightly, watching the other Russian walk away.

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