ABBIE: Ok, this is my first Beyblade fic, but I hope you like it!
EEVEE: Abbie calm it, or I shall send you to the shadow realm!
ABBIE: Ha, that is where you are wrong Yami, you can't do that, this is a beyblade fic!
EEVEE: Thats where you're wrong hikari (sends Abbie to the shadow realm)
ABBIE: God damn! Meg help me out and I'll give you the disclaimer.
MEG: O.k, Abbie and Eevee do not own Beyblade, if they did then there would be a lot of homosexuals. What?
ABBIE+EEVEE: O.O
Tasha?
Tyson cried out in pain as his back slammed into the wall hard. He dropped to the floor.
"What's wrong Granger?" The purple haired man said in a sickly sweet voice. "Can't you get up? Here let me give you a hand!"
Boris' fist slammed into the bluenette's face with a sickening crack. Crimson blood poured from Tyson's broken nose and into his open mouth. The copper taste disgusted the boy, but for some reason he couldn't move, he couldn't make any attempt to stop the flow of crimson down his pale face. The older man stepped forward and dragged the boy to his feet.
"I need the perfect blader." He stated coldly, staring into Tyson's terrified brown eyes, "and seeing as I can't have you. I'm going to make sure that no one else can." He held a sharp knife above the boy.
Tyson's breath hitched in his throat as he waited for the final attack. But it never came. Instead Boris was thrown across the ally way when something, a person pounced on him. Somehow Tyson kept his balance and managed to stay standing as Boris fought the 'thing' on the floor.
Boris kicked it off him, now Tyson could see that it was the cloaked blader from earlier in the tournament. But what was the mysterious blader doing here; somehow it all seemed like destiny. 'Destiny', god if Kai heard that he'd laugh for sure.
The bluenette was pulled from his thoughts as the fighting pair on the floor began to throw insults at each other.
"What's a sicko like you doing, picking on little kids, huh?" Tyson's mysterious rescuer was apparently female. Her voice somehow seemed familiar.
"You should learn to mind your manners girl, unless you want that pretty little face of yours to be ripped off." The elderly Russian hissed. The girl's hood had slipped slightly, obviously allowing Boris to see part of her face, without hesitation, she yanked the hood up again and charged.
While Boris tumbled to the ground, the cloaked girl jumped up and landed gracefully on her feet, her cloak swaying wildly. She was the picture of anger, her black cloak billowing around her, the hood overshadowing her face and her body in a fighting stance.
"I may be rude, but I have a heart." She growled as he pushed himself from the ground. The height difference was astonishing, Boris stood tall at around six foot, while the girl, who was smaller than she had appeared during their match stood closer to five foot.
"I have a heart." The Russian sneered coldly. "It's just frozen!" With his last comment he crashed into the girl, knocking her into the wall. Grabbing his knife which had been knocked away during the fight, he ran panting towards Tyson.
Boris was about to stick Tyson with the knife through the heart when he was hit on the back of the head with a metal pole. The purple haired Russian crumpled instantly, dropping the knife somewhere near Tyson's feet.
The cloaked girl dropped the pole and it hit the ground with an echoed thud. Tyson stared at the place where the man's head had been before looking at his rescuer.
"You saved my life…w-who are y-you?" He stuttered, he sounded weak, but it was better than being dead.
Her hooded head turned towards him, her face still in shadow. "Not now. We have to leave here quickly." She spoke clearly and quickly, her voice melodic and sweet as she grabbed the world champion's arm and led him away from the alley.
The unlikely pair continued down the streets of Tokyo, the cloaked girl striding onward dragging a for once, non protesting Tyson. Somehow he knew that he was safe with her, he also knew that to argue was not in his best interests. She had a commanding air about her; it probably had something to do with that cloak.
Finally, after walking, or in Tyson's case virtually jogging for twenty minutes the girl dragged the bluenette into a deserted park. It was by this point pitch black apart from a street lamp that was shining brightly down on the two.
She turned to face the boy, her face still shrouded in darkness. "I know that you want questions answered, but the alley wasn't safe, I feel safer in the open, so go ahead. Ask your questions." She spoke kindly; her voice certainly did not match her blading style.
It was as though a switch was turned on in Tyson. His usual arrogance pumping through his veins. "Who the hell are you?" He shot her a look between confusion, interest and a glare, or in other words the Kai look.
He was sure he could feel the smirk coming from under the hood. "Let me show you." Yes, she was definatly smirking, he could hear it in her voice. Small, elegant pale hands reached out from the cloak and moved towards the hood. In a swift motion it was pushed back, revealing the last person Tyson had expected.
"Tasha?" The bluenette whispered before he fainted.
ABBIE: (Is now free of the shadow realm) Ok people, here's the deal, you guys are going to get chapters hard and fast because I am only working on one of my other five fics due to going on strike.
EEVEE: The next chapter is being written as we speak and should be up tonight or tomorrow!
MEG: But please reveiw, cause we write faster if we get reveiws.