K: Konnichiwa, minna! Here are the first 5 chapters of Kuro-sama's fic. ^_^ She discontinued it, and was nice enough to let me finish for her. Let's hope I can shape this into something she can be proud of! *crosses fingers with a hopeful look on her face*

Disclaimer: Kuro and I don't own Bakuten Shoot Beyblade… *sighs* You know what we need? Lawyer repellant…. --;

Dedication: To Kuro-sama, who let me finish this fic for her.

Up Where I Belong

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"CLEAR!!!"

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"CLEAR!!!"

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The doctor gazed sadly at the dead body in front of him. Another one had been taken to the gates of heaven by that incurable disease. Curse its unstoppable effects on humans! The boy hadn't even experienced half of the joys of life, and now, he would never experience them again. How many more would go to that murderer? How many more?

"Sir?"

The voice of the nurse interrupted his thoughts.

"I'll tell the parents of this young lad myself," the doctor sighed. They exited the door, where they parted ways. One going to assist more doctors, the other going to inform the unfortunate parents of the young lad about his death.

His shadow loomed over the two weeping parents. They, in turn, looked up at the doctor hopefully; though only seeing sorrow and sympathy in his eyes, they wept even harder. For they knew… They knew that their son was dead.

The doctor took a deep breath. And at that moment, everything seemed to still. The wind was no longer blowing in the air, and even the insects seemed to stay eerily still. As if all of them awaited the answer of this boy's fate.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kinomiya, I'm afraid that I have some sorrowful news. He didn't make it," the doctor said calmly through silent tears. "Your son, Takao Kinomiya, is dead. I'm sorry."

The dog Takao had petted before he went inside the hospital howled in sorrow. The insects seemed to be communicating with each other, as if repeating the doctor's own words. 'Takao Kinomiya is dead.'

As for the parents, you ask? They paled, no longer crying. Their tears had been cried away. They no longer had tears to cry for their dead son. Instead, they ran the doctors words through their heads over and over again.

//Takao is dead. Takao is dead.//

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Rushing through the never-ending blackness that was death. Or so it seemed.

"Where am I?" Takao wondered to himself. Ever since the whole world had faded from his sight, all he had seen was nothing but darkness. It scared him. Deeply.

"Hello!" he called.

Nothing. Not even so much as an echo.

But just when things seemed hopeless, he saw the light. Literally. He was heading towards a bright white light that seemed to call to him, calling him to come closer.

Five miles...three miles...one mile...zero. He had made it. What a relief! Or was it? For now, all he could see were clouds. Nothing but white, puffy, big clouds. He tried to pick one of them up, which he did so successfully. It lay still in his hands, all light and fluffy. Then, it shook and disappeared. And try as he might, he could no longer pick up the beautiful substance. What a pity.

Takao suddenly realized that someone was behind him. He turned around, and gasped. Right in front of him, was a person- not just any person at that... It was a person, or mainly a boy about his age, with black angel wings and a mixed black-and-yellow-color halo above his head. He had blue marks on both sides of his face.

"Well, well, well. What do we have -here-? Shouldn't -you- be in the Hikari Valley with the rest of the angels?" the boy asked amusedly.

"Excuse me?" Takao frowned, confused.

"Don't tell me you don't know where you belong?" he said, faking surprise.

"Sorry, but I just arrived here," Takao said sadly.

"Hey! What are -you- doing here?" someone cried out.

"Shit!" the boy whispered, before diving into the clouds under their feet.

A boy with black hair with purple highlights, a yellow halo and white angel wings came running up to Takao.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking worriedly at the other.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Takao asked. This place was really confusing him. What was Hikari Valley? He guessed that it was a place located somewhere around here, wherever here was anyway.

"You just arrived here, didn't you?" he asked somewhat accusingly.

The bluenette nodded his head. He still didn't know where here was, but wherever it was, it was certainly big.

"No wonder why you're down here. It's not safe for you to be here. You could be seriously hurt!"

"Hurt? How?" He was curious to know what might harm him.

"By -them-." And the boy pointed below them. "This place has no guards to protect us from -them-."

"Who are -they-?" Takao asked curiously. They certainly couldn't be that bad, whoever they were.

"-They- are the dark angels. You were just talking to one a few minutes ago. The dark angels are perished people who have not been admitted into Hikari Valley, but they also haven't been admitted into Hell, so they stay beneath Hikari Valley. That place is also called Daheriki," he explained. "Right now, we are at the border that separates Hikari Valley from Daheriki."

"Oh," was all he could say. It was still to hard for him to grasp the concept of being dead.

Suddenly, a hand shot out from the clouds, grasping onto Takao's feet, trying to pull him down under the clouds. By the time he was half way through, the other boy was trying to pull him above the clouds.

It was a twisted game of tug-o-war. While his newfound informer was trying to pull him back above the clouds, the mysterious stranger was trying to pull him below the clouds. Needless to say, it was -painful- for Takao. Up and down, up and down. He was already below the clouds. The only thing above was Takao's head and arm that the boy was holding.

Finally, after much struggle, the angel-winged boy lost his grip on him, sending him flying back, literally, about a foot from Takao. The last thing he saw was the bluenette being pulled fully underneath the clouds.

Takao looked around him. The sight of everything in Daheriki was not what he had expected from what his companion had told him. It was very dark, but not so dark that he couldn't see. The smell in the air was one of...wasabi? He coughed as the smell entered his nose.

//Man, how do people down here survive?// His eyes began to tear up because the smell acted like an onion. It made you want to cry.

"I believe we never finished our conversation now did we?" a voice whispered into Takao's ear.

His blood ran cold. He turned around on the spot, and stared at a smirking boy who had blue marks on either side of his face.