A/N: Here, at last is the first installment of the last installment of the villikosto series... yea, that's what I said. :P It is kinda short, and I apologise, but, the second on is almost finished as well, so I'll be ostng that soon. Hopefully the following chapters will be fuller. Anywho, not much else to say this time really except that I hope I still have some fans! And to new and old readers alike; enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own Characters.
Demetra Nakamura hoisted her bag over her shoulder as she left the Russian airport behind. As she left the building, several children stopped and gawked at her. As per usual, the brunette easily ignored them as she continued on her way, mind set on her destination.
"Wha- That's the Captain of Vilikosto!"
"No way!"
"It totally is! They kicked butt in America last month!"
"Yea but they got their butts kicked by the Blitzkreig Boys too!"
Suddenly the Captain brought up solid. The bag she was holding over her shoulder dropped to the ground and as she slowly, calmly, reached for the launcher and blade on her belt, the raucous laughter of the cluster of children around her quickly died down as they watched.
Wordessly and with practiced ease, quick fingers fixed her blade to her launcher and turned around.
The group of young boys all blinked at the Finnish blader as she slowly turned to face them, her face set in an emotionless expression. They watched, transfixed as she lifted her launcher. With minimal effort, she launched her blade, making the group jump back in fright. The blade hit the ground and spun a few feet in front of her.
"Trea." She said lowly, her voice toneless. "Rise."
Anticipating a brilliant demonstration, the boys relaxed a little and huge grins lit their faces, leaning forward to get a better look. Little eyes widened in awe as the top of the black, white and red blade began to glow a brilliant crimson color. Almost immediately a massive black beast rose from the blade, towering well over them. The boys stared in awe and admiration at the massive black wolf. Heat radiated from the huge beast as it appeared to be on fire; its entire body engulfed in wicked-hot flames. On its head sat a heavy crown of molten hot gold set with a brilliant jewel that looked like it had been plucked from the embers of hell, glowing sinisterly in the light of its flame. Its eyes themselves were like two hot embers, a swirling mixture of oranges reds and yellows as they looked into one's eyes and gave the impression they could sear your soul.
"Woah…." One of the boys cooed in awe, his head tilted back as he stared up at the monstrous creature towering over them.
"Trea." Demetra said again, her voice a low and cold polar opposite of her bitbeasts heat. "Hunt."
The beast lowered its head, and crouched as if to pounce as its lips curled back in a viscious snarl. Hot molten seemed to drip from its jaws and the ground sizzled as it fell.
The boys grabbed a hold of each other and screamed in terror before turning and bolting in the opposite direction as fast as their legs could carry them. The brunette let her bitbeast chase them a good few yards before lifting her hand to call it back. Obediently, the wolf sunk back into the blade and shot back towards its master's open hand.
Smirking in satisfaction, Vilikosto's Captain closed her hand around her blade before replacing both it and her launcher back at her belt, bending to pick up her bag and once more turning to continue on her way.
"Now then, where was that hotel."
Demetra lifted her cell once more to look at the map on her screen. Just then it went black and a phone number appeared in it's place as the cell began to vibrate and ring. Pressing the on button, she placed the cell to her ear and waited for the familiar voice to come through.
"Demetra?" A low, smooth voice questioned. "Have you reached Russia yet?"
"I have." The brunette replied. "I just landed. Where are you, Breal?"
"I'm at the Russian BBA headquarters. Don't bother finding a hotel or unpacking, just make your way over here immediately."
Demetra furrowed her brows in confusion but didn't argue. She never argued with her brother.
"Alright. I'm on my way."
Closing her cell, she quickly plugged in her new coordinates, double checked the map and turned around to head in the opposite direction.
"I'm here to meet with Breal Nakamura. Where is he?"
The secretary at the front desk of the BBA looked up at the brunette and blinked at her for a minute before looking back to her computer. There was a succession of rapid clicks before the woman looked back up at the young blader again and smiled.
"Ah yes, you must me Demetra." She said with a heavy accent. "Mr. Nakamura said he was expecting you."
She leaned forward and looked around the corner where there was a long hallway. Pointing she proceeded to give the brunette directions.
"Just head down that hall and turn left. The room you're looking for is the second one on your left."
Without another word, the brunette turned and headed in the designated direction.
Demetra pushed open the heavy metal door and a familiar handsome blunette stopped talking to the man beside him to look at her. Beside him, Mr. Dickenson smiled cheerfully.
"Ah! Demetra! So nice to see you again!"
Demetra didn't acknowledge him, instead she made her way around the long table they were standing before to take a seat at her brother's left hand side. Taking a seat, she dropped her bag beside her feet.
"Breal. What are we doing here? Why did you-"
She froze in her sentence as she finally spotted another group of familiar faces, not having noticed them before over the high backs of the chairs they were sitting in. Immediately her face contorted into a mask of rage and disgust as she suddenly jumped to her feet, her hands slamming down on the table in front of her.
"What the hell are they doing here!?"
From his seat across from her, sitting back casually in his chair with his arms crossed, Tala Ivanov smirked wickedly at her.
"What, you think you're special?" He taunted. "You're not the only one the BBA is interested in. Believe it or not, there are bladers who have been around longer then you and have gained much more recognition. Now why don't you sit down and at least try to act like a civilized human being?"
Demetra felt her blood boil and wanted nothing more than to shoot across the table and throttle the obnoxious redhead.
"Demetra." Breal said calmly, tonelessly. "Sit."
Her teeth bared in a vicious snarl, the brunette reluctantly sat back down, leaning back in her seat and aiming a look of hatred at the redhead.
"Nice accessories." Tala taunted, gesturing to the bandages around her throat and twisting down under her shirt.
Demetra scowled as she remembered their last encounter only days before, a battle that had left them both a little worse for wear and had completely demolished Vilikosto's training room, forcing them to split up and train elsewhere.
Despite his cockiness, the brunette knew for a fact that the redhead himself also had bandages hidden under his turtleneck and heavy jacket.
"Thanks. Thought I'd wear them so you wouldn't feel too pathetic." She countered with a glare.
"Enough." Breal said.
Demetra gave the redhead one last scowl before turning towards the front. Tala snorted humorously and smirked again before doing the same.
"Right then." Mr. Dickenson said, deciding to get down to things before something got started. "Now that everyone is here, let's discuss the reasoning behind it! After much talk and consideration, Breal and I have come up with an idea between us. We've both come up with a plan to help both your teams… shall we say, learn to get along. A way to help you both learn to understand one another as well as learn from one another."
Getting a sinking feeling in her gut, Demetra scowled again, knowing what was coming.
"Don't say it!" She growled warningly. Giving her a somewhat weary look, the man ignored her and continued.
"We've decided that during her stay here, Demetra will stay with the Blitzkreig boys."
Releasing a furious growl, the brunette uncrossed her arms and reached out to slam her fist down on the table.
"Are you insane old man!?" She roared furiously. "Do you have any idea what happened the last time that arrogant bastard and I were put in a room together!?"
Without waiting for a response, the Captain stood up again, pulled up her shirt – which earned a few flustered looks from some of the boys across the table – and pulled down the bandages on her stomach and chest to reveal a deep and angry trio of slashes running at a slant down her abdomen.
"Does that look like a good idea to you?!" She snarled. "Does that look like something someone ready to understand each other would do?!"
She moved the bandages back into place and yanked her shirt down before lifting her hand to point an accusing finger at the redhead across the table.
"And I can tell you for damn sure that he's got an exact duplicate marring his back! Don't believe me? Why do you think he's sitting away from his chair?!"
A deep scowl creased Tala's face now as he glared at the Captain across him.
Mr Dickenson was frowning deeply, looking very disturbed.
"I know all about what happened at your New Years party Ms. Nakamura, which is exactly why I am so for this idea." He sighed and offered her a warm, patient smile. "Beyblading is all about fun and sportsmanship. It's a way for bladers to unite, help each other, enjoy themselves through a healthy release of battling and competition…. It's not meant to be used for such colossal displays of power… By following through with this plan, we hope to eliminate the possibility of anything like this happening again."
"The hell it won't!" Demetra exploded. "I won't do it! I refuse to spend one night with that cocky, ignorant, self-centered a-"
"Yes, you will." Breal interrupted calmly, leveling a stern and demanding look on his sister.
Positively livid and indeed looking ready to explode, the brunette turned an incredious look on the blunette.
"You can't ask this of me, Breal!" She exclaimed, her eyes pleading.
"I can and I will." His expression softened ever-so-slightly. "This is for the best, Demetra. And it will turn out alright."
Her chest heaving with overwhelming emotion, Demetra stared at her brother as her white-hot fury tore through her body. But, being one of the only handful of people she actually respected in the world, him being the most, as always she was subdued by his will.
"Fine." She hissed through clenched teeth.
From his spot at the other side of the table, Tala smirked in amusement.
"Is that the sound of a whip I hear?" He taunted. "Yes, I believe it is. Just look at that, boys! The mutt has bowed to it's master."
The Blitzkreig boys almost expected the brunette to start foaming at the mouth as she glared a hole through Tala's soul, but it was like water off a ducks back for Tala. However, the sinister glare he got from the girl's brother quickly wiped the smirk from his face and sobered him up.
"Just because I'm agreeing with this, doesn't mean I like it." She seethed through clenched teeth, her hands clenched in tight fists on the table before her. She turned then to look at the Chairman with fire in her eyes. "And don't think for one second that I'm going to be civil about it. Just remember, when the time comes, you could have prevented the war. This is all on you!"
She turned then back to Tala, a look of pure and unrefined hatred in her eyes.
"And you." She hissed spitefully. "You just stay the hell out of my way!"
That said she reached down, picked up her bag to sling over her shoulder and stormed out of the room.
Several pairs of eyes stared after the firey young blader in stunned silence as Breal released a heavy sigh and reached up to rub the bridge of his nose.
"Damn Tala…" Ian said, still staring at the door the girl had nearly torn from the hinges on her way out. "She makes you look like a harmless puppy!"
"Yea." Brian said, a dopey grin on his face and pinkish blush on his cheeks. "I think I'm in love!"
Tala made no comment as he too stared with crossed arms at the door the brunette had stormed through. Finally he smirked again.
"Girl's got spunk, I'll give her that." He thought in amusement.
Too bad she was such a stubborn, obnoxious downright loathsome pain in the ass. Otherwise, Brian might have had some competition.
Demetra stood with crossed arms and an intense expression on her face, glaring menacingly at the ground as she leaned against a street lamp. Beisde her, Breal was also standing with crossed arms, but he himself was watching the distance, waiting. The silence between them was heavy but the tension was stifling. After some time, the blunette's gaze left the horizon and looked down at his younger sister.
"Demetra." He said tonelessly. "You know I'm not doing this to hurt or spite you, don't you? I truly believe this is for the best."
The brunette snorted moodily and turned her face away from him.
"Hey, look at me."
For a moment, she stubbornly refused. But eventually, as always, she obliged her brother and turned back to him with an angry and defiant expression. However, her eyes portrayed the deep betrayal and hurt she felt inside. Breal's own expression softened and he turned to fully face the girl.
"Have I ever let you down before?"
Demetra worked her jaw for a few moments but eventually she sighed heavily, unable to deny it to herself. No, her brother had never let her down once. Ever since the day he'd pulled her and her team; her sisters, out of the lonesome orphanage, he'd never once steered them in the wrong direction. And even if he was physically absent much of the time, not once was he never there when they needed him.
"No…" She admitted eventually. "Never…"
"And I don't intend to this time." The blunette said firmly. "I know I'm asking a lot of you and I know this seems like a really bad idea to you right now. But just give it a chance, alright? And, if you give it an honest effort and it still doesn't work out, I'll pull you out."
Demetra gave him a suspicious look.
"Promise?"
"I promise." Breal replied solemnly.
She eyed him for a long time, debating, before eventually sighing and looking away from him again.
"Fine…" She muttered.
Breal reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, making her look back at him again. The blunette had never been overly affectionate or touchy-feely, but he'd always been able to comfort them when they needed it. Something as simple as a touch to the shoulder could mean a great deal coming from the young man and because of this, Demetra felt herself finally relax.
"I'm proud of you. I want you to know that."
Demetra felt her heart lighten as most of the tension and negativity finally drained away. Looking up at her brother, she gave him a rare, warm smile.
"Thank you…" She said softly, reaching up to wrap her fingers around his hand. "I won't let you down."
"I know you won't. You haven't yet."
Suddenly feeling on top of the world, Demetra gave her brother's hand a slight squeeze before the distant sound of high-pitched motors reached their ears. The two released each other and turned towards the sound, Demetra much more curiously then the man beside her.
"I never asked before, but where are we going anyway?" The brunette asked, eyes trained on the distance.
Breal was silent for a minute before eventually answering.
"There's a small, secluded village high and deep up in the mountains. It's difficult to get to unless you know the way and they virtually never get visitors. It will be a good place to train without being bothered or having to worry about disturbing anyone."
"I see." She replied simply.
There was silence again and only moments later, a trio of snow mobiles appeared over the horizon, zipping towards them at top speed. Only moments later, the three reached them. One of the riders, mounted atop a bright orange ski-doo with a matching white and orange snow suit, gave his rig a sharp turn as he reached the two bystaders, causing a massive wave of snow to rise up from the ground towards them.
Much to the rider's disappointment, Breal (as expected) casually stepped to the side to avoid the tidal wave. Unfortunately, so did his sister, in the other direction.
The rider reached up to remove his helmet and Demetra was unsurprised to see a familiarly obnoxious redhead grinning at her as she glared back through narrowed eyes.
"Nice reflexes." Tala mocked. "Too bad you didn't have those in the dish."
Demetra's teeth clenched and the hands across her chest tightened into fists but she refused to take the bait this time.
Without a word, the brunette turned away from the redhead and approached Kai and spencer, who were off-loading a fourth red and white snow mobile from the trailer they'd been pulling. Tala snorted in amusement.
"Sure you can handle that thing?" He taunted. "It's might be a little fast for you."
"I think I can manage." Demetra replied cooly. "Seeing as I've been riding it for the past decade."
"It's her ski-doo, Tala." Kai said wearily, causing the redhead to lift an eyebrow. But he made no further comment.
Tala watched as the boys unhooked the trailer from the rig they'd been riding and instead attached it to Demetra's. The brunette then moved and began shifting and fastening her things and various other supplies to the trailer.
Once everything was secured and ready to go, Demetra moved to retrieve her helmet. She lifted it to put it on but paused when she noticed that her brother hadn't moved from his spot the entire time. Frowning, she looked around him, only now really noticing that he didn't seem to have brought anything with him and a sinking feeling came over her.
"Where's your stuff?" She asked bluntly, looking up into her brother's face with a frown.
"I've got some things to take care of." The blunette replied tonelessly. "I'll join you at a later date."
Demetra cursed foully under her breath.
"I knew it!" She exclaimed angrily. "You've always got stuff to do! Damn it, I can't believe this! It's not bad enough that you're sending me off with these idiots, but now you're sending me off alone too! What the hell, Breal!?"
Both siblings ignored the offended looks and sputtering from the Blitzkrieg boys (except for Kai who merely looked highly amused), and gave each other a stare-down.
"You're a big girl, Demetra. I'm sure you'll be fine."
The brunette clenched her teeth angrily as a chorus of snorts and snickers erupted from behind her. Whipping her head around to shoot them a deadly glare shut most of them up and she turned back to her brother with narrowed eyes.
"You owe me, big…." She seethed angrily. Breal raised an eyebrow at this.
"I'll give you an extra Christmas present next year." He replied sarcastically.
This again earned an eruption of snickers but this time Demetra ignored them as she reached up to angrily yank her helmet down over her head.
"You should get going." Kai spoke up from the group, still looking highly amused. "There's a storm front moving in fast from the west."
Demetra's head snapped to cast a glare at him.
"What? So I'm riding by myself now too?" She answered angrily.
"No." The blunette replied, a small smirk creeping up his face. "Tala's riding with you. Spencer and I are riding back with Breal to get more stuff and bring his rig back."
Demetra took a deep, calming breath as she cast her gaze upwards towards the sky.
"Very funny." She thought, feeling her blood begin to boil.
With a deep and heavy sigh, she lowered her head again and closed her eyes, attempting to regain control of her rapidly rising temper.
"If you're ready, your highness, we gotta get going."
Demetra's teeth clenched again as she heard Tala's voice, sounding greatly amused, much to her disdain.
"Turn on your mic so you can hear each other." Breal instructed. "They've already been synched up so it should work fine."
"Must I?" The brunette muttered irritably under her breath. But despite this she did indeed reach up under her helmet to flip the switch on.
"Testing, testing. Are there any moody bitches out there?"
Demetra resisted the urge to throw something at the redhead and instead proceeded to settle herself in.
"Yes. And she's debating on dropping your arrogant ass through the first lake we cross." She replied bluntly as she connected her wire to the killswitch. "Fair warning."
Tala snorted in amusement as Kai once more spoke up from the side.
"Just shut up and get going." The blunette said in mild annoyance now as he mounted his own snow mobile. "Spencer and I will go grab the rest of the stuff and meet you there."
"Fine." Demetra replied, starting her rig.
Tala mimicked her and revved his engine as he flipped his visor down. He turned then to give her a wicked smirk.
"Try your best to keep up huh?"
Demetra sighed in annoyance as the redhead shot forwards in a cloud of snow and debris.
"Just be careful." Breal said from the sidelines. "And don't actually kill him, at least not until you get there. You'll have a hard time getting to the village without him."
"Deal." The brunette muttered, reaching up to flip down her own visor. "I'll wait til we get there."
With nothing more than a lift of the hand as a farewell to the young men, she too shot forwards after her obnoxious redhead guide.