Hello all who were bored enough to click on this story.

Charmpanda/Rant Queen here, and I simply had an idea, wrote it down, and figured; this is a fanfic, why not post it? :)

I don't own it ... metal fight beyblade that is. Teehee

Jack kept his warn, tepid, bloodstained arms securely wrapped around Damian's crumbled physique. He pulled himself against the wall of the cold dilapidated room they were forced to stay in, his ridiculously fragile back instantly aching when it touched the hard, damp, chilly stone that the large wall was made of. He glanced down at the unconscious boy in his arms, the broken down boy who was in even worse shape than he was. This had happened so many times now, being captured by a secret society and being forced to endure whatever torturous tests they had in store for them. Despite that the arrangement was to increase your magical abilities, the secret group got word of it and hypothesized that it gave the few affected super physical and mental brain power on any subject. So like any person, they forcefully tests their theories on the ones effected. Jack let his eyelids fall over his exhausted emerald eyes. How were they going to. Escape this time? He brushed the tips of his long thin fingers across Damian's forehead, being sure to slide under the blue strands of hair that messily fell over his face.

The porcelain skin on Damian's thin face and neck were hot. He no doubt had a bad fever. He hitched what was left of his bedraggled teal coat over Damian to try and keep him warm, and held him up against his chest to add to that. He her a familiar click and a turn and glanced over with a slight gasp at the metal bars that confined them. A guard type thing swung the metal gate open. "You're up next." He grunted, his voice cold and unforgiving as he jabbed a finger at Jack. Jack rested Damian in the corner of the room, adjusting the coat so that it covered all of the feverish Damian's body.

"Hurry it up!" The guard barked, the crack of his flail hitting the ground echoing throughout the tiny room. Jack quickly scrambled to his feet, and limped over to the guard.

Damian woke up, lifting his fatigued form from the mossy stone floor. Instead of the room being its regular cold and wet self, it was very hot and sticky. That could only make Damian guess that it was rainy outside. He felt awful. His body sent him angry messages as he shakily rose to his feet, one of which being an incessant migraine. His thin hands that were wearing from such strain that the veins became visible, wondered down to his sides to grasp the sides of the teal cloak that blanketed him. It was then that he realized his friend wasn't with him. This sent a stream of joy and depression flowing through his body. Jack was suffering, but he could work on his escape. He trotted weakly over to the right wall, and started removing a couple of loose stones from it. He did this until there was a whole big enough for him to crawl through. He slipped through it and ended up in an other room identical to the one he and Jack were stuck in. The only difference was, it held no prisoners. He stepped quietly over to the back wall and placed his hand on a very week set of stones. He had been scraping away at those set of stones for a weak now with Jack's find toothed comb. Just a little more scraping and he'd be able to push the stones completely from the wall, insuring their escape.

About fifteen minutes had passed and Damian was sure the stones were week enough to push aside, but he didn't want to test them until he was ready to escape. He was exhausted. Sweat trickled down his hot frame, and as he was working; the agonized screams of Jack pierced through his heart with the strength of an unscrupulous lance. Though he didn't hear him screaming anymore, he still worried for his friend. He crawled back through the hole he originally made to get the room he was in, and put the stones he removed back in place; erasing any evidence that he was ever there. He then fell to the ground In sheer exhaustion. Eventually, fatigue took over and he closed his large silver eyes to rest.

Damian wanted to resist the tugging of consciousness, but there wasn't much he could do about waking up. As he

became aware of his surroundings, he noticed that he wasn't on the uncomfortable mossy stone that made up the floor; but instead was in the lap of his best friend. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Jack was staring at him, an expression of pained concerned plastered on his face.

"Are you all right?" Jack asked. He did notice that Damian moved from where he left him, and wondered what he did to drain him so badly. Damian nodded slightly. "Are you all right?" He asked softly, reaching out and gently touching a newly acquired wound that oozed hot crimson liquid all down Jack's arm. Jack flinched but relaxed at Damian's touch, before nodding gingerly. Damian pulled the scarf from his neck. "I found a simple escape. We can leave any time you want." He whispered, wrapping the scarf around Jack's arm to stop the bleeding. Jack sighed as Damian applied a little pressure to his forearm. "Then just let me take a small rest, and we're out of here." He breathed hoarsely.

About fifteen minutes had passed and Jack found himself using the wall as a support to stand. Damian scanned the bars the best he could to insure that no guard was approaching. "Let's go." He whispered, roughly shoving the stones he used earlier to the floor. He then crawled through, followed by his friend. The two were soon in the other confinement room, and Damian was pushing their escape stones from the wall in a matter of seconds. The dim light from outside seeped through the ragged hole Damian created. The sky was gray and dull as thick smoky clouds passed overhead, dropping tons of rain onto the murky muddy grass as they drifted. Damian stepped outside, his booted feet sinking into the wet grass. It felt great to be out of there, even though moist hot air and heavy drops of rain were what greeted him. Jack soon followed, secretly wishing the weather wasn't so terrible.

"Jack, cover our tracks please." Damian instructed, gesturing to the hole they created, the needed stones scattered pretty much everywhere..

"Will it make a difference? They'll figure out we left sooner or later." Jack remarked hesitantly.

"This way they won't know which way we went, and they definitely won't know where to look because we won't be going back home." Damian explained. Jack nodded understandingly. He extended a hand out, glittering swirls of pink and blue snaking up his arm. When they disappeared, a shining blue blade taking the shape of a detailed feather with intricate green and pink veins formed in his hand. He held the thin handle of the blade between his index finger and his thumb, before bringing it through the air over the hole in some sort of graceful circular motion; sparkles of all colors trailing behind it. A low earthly rumble could be heard, and the stones moved to their original form, as if the hole had never been created.

"Nice work." Damian congratulated his panting companion. Considering the battered state they were in, it would make sense that conjuring up his refined broach (as Jack called it) and using it would take a lot out of him.

"C'mon." Damian coughed, but his fever had him as helpless as a baby. And the small step he took turned into a trip, and he found himself flat in the grass.

"I gotcha." Jack said n a stressed tone, heaving Damian onto his back and slowly walking forward.

Darkness had covered the cloud filled sky, discarding the bright lightning that often sizzled through it. And it was a great thing Jack had a sense of direction, because they would've been wondering through endless planes of muddy grass if he didn't. They had made it to the city now, and Damian had fallen asleep. Jack scanned what he could see of the city for a suitable resting place. Eventually, he came to sit underneath the pavilion of the local park. Concrete was absolutely not comfortable, but at least they had a sliver of shelter. He pulled Damian into his lap and leaned against one of the tables under the pavilion with a groan.

The bright sun blatantly poured onto the bright city of New York, doing its best to dry away remnants of the oppressive storm of the day before. Chris walked the streets with a frown sketched on his face. He put the phone he was using back in his basket with a sigh, his black and white domestic longhair pawing and kneading at it. Chris had a plan of relaxing all weekend, maybe do a couple of jobs for people who needed his magic, take two hour long baths, lounge around with a book or two. But no. Gingka and company wanted to visit so that idea was blown. The redheaded idiot could be so annoying some times. He glanced down at his cat in the basket with his phone. "Feel like going to the park today Buddy?" He asked

The lazy cat yawned and turned on its back. Chris continued walking. "I'll take that as a yes." He mumbled.

Chris patted softly through the green grass that took up a vast majority of the park. Tall trees with large tangled branches and canopies for leaves stretched overhead, filtering whatever sunlight they could. Squirrels scampered up trees, while all sorts of birds called out to each other. Chris was actually rather surprised that the park was so empty. Sure it was a little damp, but it was a beautiful day. Buddy had leaped out of the basket to feel the grass under his paws. The grass soon turned to pavement, for Chris usually liked to sit down and eat a sand which under the pavilion. He paused and stared before he stepped under it though, his mouth agape. There, up against the bench table, was a girl. Well, he thought it was a girl, it certainly looked like one. Burgundy hair that fell in waves that framed her face; yeah, Chris was positive it was a girl. Moreover, she seemed to hold a blue haired child in her arms. Even more so, Chris could feel a magical energy flowing from the two of them. Chris was beyond confused, and pretty weirded out. It was then that Buddy began patting toward the two.

"Hey wait!" Chris cried out, walking after him.

Jack opened his eyes and still felt tired he squinted gently at the bright sun. And then let out a startled gasp, for a black and white cat had pulled itself onto Damian to stare at him.

So yeah, this was just an idea. Please let me know if I should continue. I might even be accepting OCs. :)

A happy birthday to Silverswirls. I deeply admire your work and hope you're having a good day. And if Silverswirls doesn't happen to be reading this story, then that's ... understandable.

Thanks a bunch to all who read. Hugs.

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