Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

A/N: This is a massive what if story. Biovolt managed to succeeded in their plan to rule the world and this is how they go about it. There are a number of pairings in this story

With an eardrum shattering crack the ice in the center of the stadium broke and over twenty thousand people released their breaths at once in a low groan of defeat.

Tala was still standing arms folded across his chest, Wolborg spinning at his feet. Tyson was unconscious, Dragoon lying next to his unmoving form. At a sharp nod from Kai the redhead picked up his blade and pocketed it before moving to Tyson. He checked his pulse before slipping the grey blade into a pocket and picking up the navy haired teen, disappearing down the tunnel.

A heavy hand descended on his shoulder and Robert looked back to find two big men in dark suits behind them. There was no doubt in his mind they worked for Biovolt. "You'll be coming with us. Cooperate and nothing will happen to your team. Misbehave and I can't promise they won't be injured."

Johnny was halfway to his feet, mouth open to start yelling when one of the men pulled a gun from underneath his jacket and pointed it at him. "Keep going sparky, if you want a new hole in your head."

Rolling his eyes Robert glanced at Oliver and Enrique who were frozen in shock. "Keep him from doing anything stupid will you?" Standing he turned his attention to the two men, eyes hard. "And there is no reason to threaten my team you uncouth barbarian."

He moved past his teammates and up the stairs, his guards a few steps behind him. To his left he could hear Michael yelling at the two men with him. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed and the American's rant ended with a muffled yelp.

At the top of stairs he was joined by Li, flanked by two of his own guards. "Any idea what's going on?"

"I have no idea, but I'm sure we'll be finding out soon." Folding his arms across his chest Robert turned back to find Michael topping the stairs and wiping blood from his mouth. "Did you really think antagonizing them was going to help?"

The American spat blood on the floor, a sharp smile tugging at his lips. "No, but the bastard deserved it after he threatened my team. Not to mention it felt good to hit him."

Boris stepped out of the doorway, eyes running over the three teens and lingering on Robert for a moment. "And here stand the fallen demiurges, made humble in front of their supplicants. I hope you realize now all of your ambitions to stop Biovolt have fallen. With the Dragon's defeat we shall rule the world." He nodded to the largest of the six guards. "Take them downstairs and if anything happens, I will kill you myself."

Once Boris had disappeared the big man jerked his head towards the hallway that lead to the locker rooms. "Get moving and no one gets hurt."

Smirking Michael poked the man in the chest eyes bright. "That falls under the category of anything and you heard what Boris said. He'll ki-"

He didn't get a chance to say anything else before sharp claws dug into his arms and Li started pulling him down the hallway, easily manhandling the bigger teen. "Don't be a dumb ass and provoke them. I'd like to know what is going on before you get us all killed."

They were herded into one of the locker rooms. The door was shut and the sound of the locking mechanism falling into place echoed through the tiled room. Tyson was lying on his back on one of the benches, his snores reassuring the other teens he was too stubborn to remain unconscious for long.

"This is bullshit. Max would have had Spencer but I'm pretty sure he cheated. Rei could have taken Bryan but the fucker tried to kill him and Tala had to cheat to create that big ass ice prison thing. There is no way a bitbeast could have that much power." Michael paced the aisle between two benches, too much adrenaline running through his system to allow him to sit still.

"That is not true. As long as the beast is in the presence of its true master there is little it cannot do. And the Demolition Boys are the masters of their beasts, of that there is no doubt. Which doesn't bode well for the rest of the world." Robert pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore the headache he could feel building behind his eyes. "I honestly thought he didn't know about it."

Michael stopped pacing and turned to look at the older blader. "Know about what? I've never been very good with logic puzzles and as far as I can tell you're talking in riddles. Who didn't know what?"

"Do you know the story?"

Li nodded slowly, eyes on the noble. "It was mine and Rei's favourite bedtime story. We could recite it from memory."

"Patience Michael, I'll explain everything when Tyson is awake."

Before the American could answer the door was pulled open and someone was thrown in. Reacting with reflexes honed from years of playing sports Michael caught the person, one arm wrapping around the figure's shoulders. "Rei!"

The neko-jin blinked and smiled, arms wrapping around the redhead. "I'm glad you're okay. I saw Tala pick up Tyson and then the cameras went to you getting in a fight and then it went dead. I think I fell asleep for awhile and the next thing I knew a couple of guys took me from my room."

Li gently pried his friend off Michael, ignoring the American's cheesy grin and led him to sit on one of the benches. He slid his arm around Rei's shoulders and smiled slightly when the other teen curled against him. Rei had a tendency to get cuddly when he was sick and the pain meds he was on just made it worse. "What about Mariah? Where is she?"

Rei frowned. "I'm not sure. I remember her arguing with one of the guys and he hit her. I wanted to do something but I couldn't get out of the bed fast enough. And I think they ripped my wounds open again." Shifting against Li he tilted his head to the side and pushed up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal bandages spotted with blood.

"This just keeps getting better and better." Michael resumed his pacing, not able to look at Rei's wounds any longer. "Cheating, kidnapping, and hitting a girl. What's next, murder?"

Robert pulled a bottle from a pocket and popped the top off to spill a pill into his palm. He swallowed the pill and recapped the bottle, smiling at the shocked look from the two neko-jin. "Stress headaches. And Michael, I'm sure you will have a question to your answer sooner then you want."

Rei groaned and slowly sat up, wincing as the muscles in his back protested from sleeping hunched over for so long. Rubbing at his eyes he glanced at the clock, surprised to see that three hours had passed. Everyone else was still asleep, Tyson's snoring echoing around the room. In between every one of Tyson's room rattling snores he could just barely make out the sound of feet on linoleum.

He gently poked Li in the side. "Li, wake up. I hear someone coming."

In the blink of an eye Li was awake and alert, true to his cat like nature. "Shouldn't have fallen asleep. Wake Robert. I'll get Michael." He stepped over the bench and knelt next to the American who was slumped against a row of lockers. "Wake up Parker. Biovolt's cronies are coming."

Rei lightly touched Robert's shoulder and the noble woke, face tight with pain. "I suppose it was irrational to think the last few hours had been nothing more then a nightmare of epic proportions."

The neko-jin shook his head and sat down next to him. "I wish it was. Hey," when he had Michael's attention he shook his head. "Don't worry about trying to wake him up. It won't happen until he smells food or Kai threatens him." He tried not to flinch when he said the Russian's name, but it was a lost cause. They all knew.

The door was thrown open and bounced of the far wall, the action causing the four teens to jump. Another one of Biovolt's lackeys stood in the doorway. "Lucky boys finally get to meet with Lord Voltaire. You should feel privileged. You're the first to meet with him since he's subdued the world."

Rei slowly got to his feet, trying to ignore the pain in his arms and back. He was long past due for another injection of pain medication and every little movement hurt. An arm slid around his waist and he flashed a quick grin at Robert. "Thanks. Michael, you're going to have to carry Tyson."

The American nodded and bent down to pull Tyson onto his shoulder before standing, the navy haired teen dangling over his shoulder, his snores uninterrupted. "I wish I could sleep like him. Judy would never be able to wake me."

"You two go first. I'll keep Michael between us and I'll come last." Li stepped closer to Rei and Robert, his voice dropping. "Robert thinks this all has something to do with the legend Grandfather used to tell us when we were younger."

Eyes widening Rei glanced at the noble. "Do you really think this has something to do with the divine numen?"

Robert glared at the guard who was giving them dirty looks as they stepped into the hallway. "At this point it is only speculation on my part, but I very well believe it may be. Think about it, there are five of us."

"And…fuck. You're right." Rei ran his free hand through his bangs and leaned more on Robert. "I should have seen it earlier."

They stepped outside and were immediately deafened by the roar of the fans. It seemed they had been so interested by the captains of the teams being captive they had decided to hang around despite the lateness of the hour. Pushing back a fan girl that reached for Rei, Li wrapped his arm around the other neko-jin. "These people are idiots."

"Curiosity makes people do things they normally wouldn't. It is part of human nature." Robert glared at a girl who was trying to stick a piece of paper in his pocket. With a scowl she stepped back mumbling to one of her friends.

A black cargo van rolled to a halt in front of them and a door slid open. Li climbed in and helped Rei in before settling in a corner, the other neko-jin tucked against his side. "This is fantastic. I can see Biovolt cares about our safety."

Robert glanced at the neko-jin from where he was helping Michael get Tyson into the van without knocking the younger teen's head against the floor. "They don't. We are simply war trophies for them, with no value other than that which they give us."

"Fuck them. I'm tired of being Judy's trophy and like hell I'm going to be theirs." Michael glanced down where Tyson was resting against his shoulder, snoring and drooling on him. "How do you put up with him?"

Yawning the long haired neko-jin smiled at the American. "Simple. I made Max share a room with him. He's so used to it he would probably sleep through a hurricane now."

"Would you all shut the fuck up? It's a long ride back to the Abbey and I'd be much happier if I didn't have to listen to you talk the entire time." The guard in the passenger seat looked at the five bladers before turning back and saying something to the driver that made the other man laugh.

Li growled at the man, fangs glinting in the low light of the van. "If that fucker wasn't armed I'd snap his neck." If the man had heard the neko-jin he didn't make any sign of it and instead lit a cigarette

Silence descended, broken only by the sound of Tyson's snores. Li and Michael seemed to be having a competition about who could cause the man's head to explode first just from glaring. Rei shifted so he could look at Robert who was next to Michael. "Robert?"

"Hmmm?" The noble didn't move or open his eyes, not wanting to alert the guards but Rei could tell he had his undivided attention.

"Do you really believe the legend is true? That the rightful wielder of one of the divine numen can tap into its power and take its shape?"

Robert pressed his hand to the pocket where he kept Griforion, its edges digging into his palm. "I believe their power can be tapped and used but the shape changing is an unknown occurrence. Most information about the numen has been lost in time with the only people knowing it being those with rich oral history traditions. Our only hope is that Voltaire doesn't know as much as we do."

A black grip ball slammed into the van wall inches from Rei's head and he jerked back with a hiss, eyes slit in anger. The guard glared at them. "I told you fuckers to keep quiet. If I hear one more word out of you I have a lead pipe next to me that will shut you up for good."

"Rei, toss me the ball." Michael caught it easily in his free hand and with a flick of his wrist he threw it at the guard. The man's reflexes were not on par with those of Rei and the heavy ball smashed into his face. With a choked cry he fell back, blood streaming from his nose. "Threaten us again and I can guarantee you I'll tell Boris just to get you in trouble. And I might still just do it because I can."

Ten minutes later they arrived at the Abbey. It was snowing and the wind was blowing, making movement across the courtyard difficult. Rei leaned heavily against Li, silently cursing Biovolt and Bryan, every step sending jolts of pain through his body and causing his surroundings to shift in a nauseating way. The only thing keeping him grounded was the feel of Li next to him and Michael's soft complaints as he and Robert carried Tyson.

"Great. Let's just add pneumonia on top of the fact we've been taken hostage. Life just keeps getting better and better." Michael yelped as he slipped, nearly taking Tyson and Robert down with him. "And I'm going to break something."

Just inside the Abbey doors Rei pulled away from Li to lean against the wall, breathing deep in an attempt to keep his nausea under control. Cool fingers brushed his chin and he met his friend's eyes. "Are you okay?"

"No, but I don't really have an option do I. Not unless me passing out is the answer to us getting out of this hell."

Li managed a smile, as he brushed his hand across Rei's forehead in the guise of pushing his bangs back as he checked his temperature. "Rei, if you being unconscious got us out of here I would do it myself."

The replacement of the guard with the broken nose growled at them. "Get moving. Keeping Lord Voltaire waiting isn't advisable."

Michael leaned Tyson against the wall, one leg sliding between the smaller teen's to keep him upright. "The only thing Voltaire is lord of is dumb ass guards who can't follow directions."

"Parker, I'll give you one more warning. Keep your mouth shut or I'm going to knock you out and leave you in the snow. Now is not the time to play hero." Li jabbed the other teen in the chest, ocherous eyes sharp. "For right now just pretend to be the dumb pack animal."

With a grunt the redhead bent down to pick Tyson back up. "Lead the way then."

Li glanced at Rei who nodded. "We might as well get this done with. I'd hate to make him wait any longer."

"Go ahead. I'd like to have a word with our caretakers and I'll be right along." Robert turned on heel and pinned the two men in place with a hard look.

Exchanging a worried look with Michael, Li couldn't do anything but shrug. "He's all grown up and probably has a better idea of what is going on than we do. We're simply going to have to trust him."

The hallway was long with no visible branches. Everything seemed to echo and Li could hear Robert arguing with the guards, his voice low and heavy with anger. The sound of someone being hit echoed and the neko-jin couldn't help but flinch even as he lead them deeper into hell.

A half open heavy wooden door stood open at the end of the hall and Li pushed it open and stepped in, not overly surprised by the sight that greeted him. The room was decorated in red and purple with slate accents. Swaths of fabric covered the stone of the wall and the floor. A massive mahogany desk was in front of the back wall, Voltaire comfortably ensconced in a large wingback chair. Boris was standing on his right side and Kai on his left, both a half step behind him.

The Russian had given up his normal attire and was dressed in monochrome colors. Black from head to foot, his scarf and triangles dark grey. Rei managed to meet his captain's gaze for a brief moment before breaking it, not willing to let Kai see what he had been keeping hidden for so long.

"And here are my treasures." Dark eyes narrowing Voltaire got to his feet, one hand slamming down on his desk. "Where is the Jurgen brat?"

At that moment Robert was pushed into the room, nearly stumbling on the edge of the carpet. "Here." With a dark glare at the two guards the German moved to stand with the other bladers. It looked like a bruise was slowly starting to form on his cheek and something dark stained the knuckles of one of his gloves. "I must say Voltaire, your henchmen are second rate. Twice they threatened to injure us, going against Boris' direct orders."

The man simply shrugged as he exchanged a look with Boris. "You of all people should understand how hard it is to find decent help. And your mother called, demanding your release. At least until she heard how much we were requesting for your ransom. After that she hung up rather quickly."

"Just as well, seeing as the Jurgen family doesn't negotiate with terrorists. Not that I would have gone even if she had paid. My place is here with the others." Robert met Voltaire's gaze evenly, not flinching.

A raucous snore ripped through the sudden silence and Voltaire's gaze swung to Tyson who was still hanging over Michael's shoulder, completely oblivious to the world. "Someone wake that swine. I will not have him asleep in my presence."

Kai stepped forward, arms folded across his chest. "Tyson, unless you want to train for the rest of your life I suggest you wake up this instant."

At the sound of Kai's voice Tyson jerked awake, arms flailing madly. Not wanting to be hit Michael dropped the younger teen and took a half step back.

"OWW. Did I win? Where are we? Shouldn't Rei be in the hospital? Where are Kenny and Max?" Tyson allowed Michael to help him up, dark eyes filled with confusion. "What's going on?"

Voltaire slammed his hand down on the desk again. "If you could keep your mouth shut for more than ten seconds Granger I you would know what was happening. And no, you did not manage to defeat my Cyber Tala." His gaze drifted back to Robert. "And as for your comment about terrorists Master Jurgen, terrorists tend to shed blood at the least provocation. I however, have managed to subdue the world with only two fatalities."

"Mr. Dickenson had to go. Too long had that man been a thorn in my side. However, I would have much preferred for it not to have happened on live television, but I fear my guards were a little over zealous in their attempts to apprehend him." The old Russian sank back to his chair, hands folded on the top of the desk. "The death of the female neko-jin on the other hand, was an accident."

Li lunged forward, lips pulled back in a snarl only to be stopped by Michael. The redhead yanked him back against his chest, struggling to keep the neko-jin from breaking free. "You fucking bastard! She was an innocent in all of this!"

"Hardly. She was an informant who suddenly grew some morals and decided our plans were unscrupulous. I simply ordered my men to show her the error of her ways, but again, they have a tendency to be a little heavy handed."

Staring at Voltaire Rei reached out, hand resting on Tyson's shoulder. He was feeling hot and cold at the Russian's words and it felt like his world was going to fall on its side. Mariah had been his best friend just as long as Li and the thought of her being a spy was mind boggling. "It can't be true. Mariah would ne-"

"REI." Tyson whirled around in an attempt to catch the neko-jin as the physical and sudden emotional stress rushed him, overriding his senses.

Seconds before the neko-jin hit the floor Robert caught him and gently lowered him, carefully arranging the younger teen so he would at least be comfortable in his state of unconsciousness.

Kai stepped around from the desk and knelt down, arms sliding under the neko-jin's slim body. With ease he stood and half turned to look at his grandfather. "I'm taking him back to my room where he will be at least partially comfortable." At the man's nod he strode out of the room, Rei cradled against his chest.

"Boris, escort the boys to the room we have prepared for their stay. The rest must wait until Kon is less likely to pass out with the slightly provocation and when my grandson will be less distracted. Have a good evening gentlemen."

As they exited the room Tyson threw his arm around Li's shoulder, trying to provide some kind of comfort but the older teen pushed him away with a low growl. He didn't try to approach the neko-jin again, but he did stay close as they were led deeper into the Abbey.

Michael dropped back to walk with Robert, worry in his eyes. "Are you okay? You look a little…unbalanced."

The older blader nodded. "Jet lag and worrying about what is going to happen. Nothing I have control over and nothing several hours of uninterrupted sleep won't help. Keep your worry hidden though. The last thing we need is for Tyson to come up with hare brained escape plans."

Opening a door Boris stepped to the side and waved a hand. "Your quarters for the next several days. I hope you find them satisfying." With serpent like swiftness he grabbed Robert's arm and pulled him back, fingers digging into his arm. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to boy. Any attempts at escape or other foolish ideas will be met with swift, harsh punishment against your team and the other captives."

Robert pulled his arm from the man's grasp. "Obviously you underestimate my intelligence sir. I would never risk the safety of my team or anyone else for such selfish reasons."

"Yes, well convictions and morals are all fine in the real world, but the Abbey has a way of changing people." He shoved the German in the room, ignoring the looks he received from the bladers. "And the door will be locked boys, so don't think you'll be getting out."

Tyson stuck his tongue out at the closed door, arms behind his head. "No wonder the Demolition Boys are the way they are, if Boris raised them." He moved in a circle, inspecting the room. They were standing in a small sitting room with a couch and two chairs. Four doors broke up the grey stone of the wall. Three of them led to bedrooms, two with two beds while the smallest had only a single bed. The fourth door led to a small bathroom. "At least they didn't throw us in tiny prison cells."

A slammed door was his only answer and he jumped, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth even as he glanced back at the older teens. "Do you think they really killed Mr. Dickenson and Mariah?"

Michael cast a worried glance at the door Li had just disappeared behind. "It's possible. Biovolt may be scum sucking bastards but they don't really have any reason to lie to us about something like that."

A somber pall settled over the three bladers only to be broken seconds later by the rumble of Tyson's stomach. The navy haired teen grinned sheepishly, one hand resting on his stomach. "I was so pumped up by the thought of blading against Tala I forgot to eat. Do you suppose they're bringing us dinner?"

"I doubt it." Michael pulled a Snickers bar from his pocket and handed it to the younger teen. "That's my last one so try to make it last."

Tyson grabbed the candy bar and ripped the wrapper off and jammed it half in his mouth, biting it off with a soft moan. "Sho good." He pointed at Robert. "An' don't say I'm uncouth. Jus' hungry."

The noble rolled his eyes. "Perish the thought. I will be taking the single room by dint of my being the oldest. Good evening."

Once the door had shut Michael took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair, eyes still on the closed door. "It's truly amazing how he manages to go from seeming like he actually cares to pretentious ass in no time flat." He watched Tyson lick the chocolate from his fingers before grabbing the back of his shirt and hauling him into their room.