Title: Heat Of The Phoenix

Author: Pentagramy

Pairings: KaixTakao, ReixMax, HiroxOC, KennyxHilary.

Warnings: Yaoi, mpreg, AU, rape-like for a while.

Disclaimer: As much as I would love to lay claim to Beyblade, I don't have the papers. And I'm kinda scared of working with devils. (lawyers) So I don't own anything.

Note: This will have some old-like speaking. It will get better, don't worry.

Summary: AU. Takao, a young child dragon, is in his first heat. Kai, a young man phoenix, the legendary Blaze of Glory, is forcefully helping. What will come of it?

Heat Of The Phoenix

Chapter One: The Deal

Four elderly creatures gathered around the small, wooden, circle table. The cave in which they rested and met was huge, paintings hanging everywhere, hidden compartments and rooms, services, escapes… All in uncountable amounts. The four that gathered were dressed differently, and looked quite different.

Kinomiya Seyryuu, a beautiful female Storm Dragon, descending from one of the Highest Families, stood at the entrance, waiting. What she was waiting from was a horrifying shade of obvious. She was waiting to sell her great, great granddaughter or son to another Highest Family. The worry in her face gave her small creases in her forehead. A shame, the three others in the room thought.

Seyryuu had beautiful, waist length navy blue hair, and stormy blue and moon silver streaked eyes. Her tanned skin didn't really stand out, but was simply gorgeous. Her sky blue kimono held white, puffy, childlike clouds on its bottom half and sleeves. Her feet held no shoes, and a red winter rose was held proudly in her hair.

The woman shifted nervously, reaching to grab Suzaku's arm. Suzaku looked perfectly at ease in this horrible mess, and she envied that.

Hiwatari Suzaku, a handsome, chiseled-looking Sky Phoenix, descending from the one of the Highest Families, stood by Seyryuu.

Suzaku had interesting, duel-toned hair—the front shade white and the back shade black. His white, shaggy bangs fell over breathtaking crimson orbs. His pale skin stood out from the rests, another interesting thing about him. His outfit was of pitch black baggy cargo pants, a black skin-tight sleeveless shirt with a dark purple throat, and black boots. His hand was retreating from Seyryuu's hair, where he'd placed the red winter rose.

Kon Byakko, a strong Crouching Tiger, also came from one of the Highest Families. His black hair hung in a braided plait over his strong, tanned arms. His catlike golden eyes pierced through nothing, as he waited for this meeting to begin. His black traditional Chinese pants and white with gold trimmings shirt sat nicely against his body. His shoes where black slip-ons.

Mizuhara Genbu, a fun-loving Music Turtle, again from one of the Highest Families, stood with Byakko at the table. Her should-length strawberry blonde hair framed her small face, and bright, sky blue eyes. Her body was pretty, but nothing in comparison to Seyryuu. She wore a long, ground-touching dark green skirt and a white short sleeved shirt. On her feet was nothing.

"Well," Suzaku said suddenly. "As you all are very painfully aware, our ancestors cheated us."

No one responded, so he continued. "However. We are the ancestors now, and we hold the power. So we are gathered here to join our younglings. The relationships shall be with our great, great grandchildren. Is this accurate?"

"Yes," Byakko answered hotly. "This is all accurate."

The Chinese Tiger looked a second from snapping, and his wanna-be mate attached herself to his arm. "Calm yourself, Byakko, Love," Genbu laughed quietly. "We will make sure our young ones are not cheated the way we were."

The Tiger nodded, but said nothing. Suzaku continued. "We are all in despair, still yet, over our rightfully lost mate." he threw a fond, loving look at Seyryuu. "Thus, we come to our meeting today."

"And what if they don't love each other as we do?" the Dragon demanded fiercely. "What if we bind them from their true mates, as our parents and their parents did to us?!"

"Don't worry," Suzuka's smooth voice spoke in a way only meant for his suppose-to-be mate. "They will. They will."

Seyryuu finally nodded, and grabbed the pen quickly to write her name. In her haste, it came out smeared more then usual, and everyone, including her cold hearted love, laughed. The signing continued to it looked like this:

Kinomiya Seyryuu: Storm Dragon- 96h generation, bound in the form of her great, great youngest grandchild to Hiwatari Suzaku: Sky Phoenix,- 96th generation in the from of his great, great grandson—no age younger then that of the Kinomiya. Preferably older by at least three years difference.

Mizuhara Gerbu: Music Turtle- 96th generation, bound in the form of her great, great, grandchild whose best suited to Kon Byakko: Crouching Tiger- 96th generation in the form of his best suited grandson—no age younger then that of the Mizuhara.

Everyone nodded, and turned in for "bed". Or sex, whichever you prefer to call it.

Seyryuu laughed quietly after she finally left the Phoenix's home, removing the red winter rose and adjusting her kimono so it didn't look like it was hastily pulled off her body. She held the rose in her fragile, small hands, thinking. She could never get that Phoenix scent off by the time her mate walked to their bedroom… Oh well. He could die for all Seyryuu cared.

Suzaku was her true mate. Nothing would change that.

Walking proudly back to her large room, she carefully preserved the winter rose with a message. It read:

To my lovely young great, great grandchild,

Forgive me if you do not love the man you are wed. I loved (loved—I think I will be dead by the time you read this, coming into heat. Hopefully, I will be. I love Suzaku, and will, till the day I die) his great, great grandfather, Suzaku. However, injustice and unfairness brought us apart. I still meet with him, even after your great grandparents are now born. I am sorry it this fact disturbs you, as you probably, now in heat, know just how we meet.

You probably are scared. Do not worry; all Hiwataris are cold at first. If you melt their ice hearts though, as I did, they are warm, loving, faithful, compassionate, and, dare I say it, sweet. My child, don't fret. We, me and you, are one in the same, I just know it! Again, don't worry of the matter. I love you, your mate will love you, and he will take care of you. Little one, even if you come into heat early, and conceive his child while you, still frightfully young yourself, panic, please remember: he will take care of you.

If you and me are alike, as I think, we will both love our Phoenixes, even after death do us part. Your child will be glorious, and love-made. The youngest a child can carry is fourteen, is it not? I believe it is so. Well, it is young to come into Heats but… At fourteen, your parents would never think of you going into Heat as you play. Thus, if you find this before hand, as you probably will because of this being solely yours, please, always remember this, too: Dread carefully at fourteen plus in the Phoenix land.

With so much love you can't imagine till older,

Your great, great grandmother,

Seyryuu.

Satisfied, she closed the letter, addressed it, and turned to bed. The next day, she smiled amusedly as the letter of bonding came to her household and was put in the child's early keepsake. The letter and rose soon followed.

Then, along with four other similar keepsakes, it was closed for four generations.

Pent: Please review, and the next chapter is coming soon—it will be fast forwarded to the 100th generation of a certain Storm Dragon family, or Seyryuu's great, great grandchild's "play time" I guess.

Teaser For Next Chapter: When Max and Takao play on Tiger and Phoenix lands in Heat, a magic block leaves Takao unable to escape and Max having to double-back threw Tiger lands. And, why oh why does the King Phoenix have a crib in his personal room?