So this is gonna be a three- shot. This one is set in Metal Masters, the next chapter will be set in Metal Fury, and the final one will be set in Shogun Steel. The siblings featured for this story are...

Julian and Nero Konzern! Honestly, there's not enough stories with Julian in them, and hardly anyone says anything about Nero. So... ignore my ranting and read and review!

He was only six, when his brother was born. At first, he had been disgusted and angered that he'd have to share his things.

Then his mother died a few months after his brother was born, and his father became more tempermental.

The young boy hadn't understood it. But he knew one thing- his brother was in danger. As time progressed, the boy learned how to care for his younger look- a- like. Because whenever the young baby cried, their father would scream, and the older son always made it his duty to make sure that his brother was safe.

When the younger turned four, his brother was ten. And he stuck to his side like glue, no matter where they were- home, school, even with friends.

But then his brother reached eleven, and their father seperated them. His brother went through hours of studying, training to become the best throughout his country- in everything.

There were times when the younger would stay up late nights, and when his brother walked into their shared room, he would see the occasional bruise across his face. Never anything to worry about, his older brother assured, but the young boy still worried.

As time went on, the older boy pursued a new passion that the younger became interested in as well.

Beyblade.

But his father only focused on the older son, never paying the younger any mind, so he never learned how to battle.

Until one night, when he was shaken from sleep. It was a humid night, and when he drowsily woke up, he saw the blue eyes of his brother gleaming half excitedly, half guiltily.

The younger- he was now eight, his brother fourteen- had asked what was going on, and his brother had replied he was about to pay a debt long due.

The younger hadn't understood until many months later, after months of training with his brother on how to perfect the art of Beyblade.

He was making up for lost time on never spending any time with his younger brother.

His older brother was 16, and he was 10, when the biggest Beyblade tournament rolled around- the World Championships.

His father had instantly told the older brother that if he didn't get the team leader position of his team, the consequences would be dire. And that if he didn't reach the top spot of the world, it would be ten times worse.

For the first time ever, the younger was in fear for his brother's life.

But his brother had become the leader of his team- all powerful Bladers. The younger brother had been ectastic when they started staying in their home, knowing he'd have many great battles with his brother and his new friends.

But his brother had pushed him away, saying that he didn't have time for someone as weak as him.

It had hurt, but the younger didn't say anything. He continued to support his brother through the Championships.

He was sprawled out on the couch one afternoon, listening half heartedly to the widescreen TV, when he heard it- the news that he knew his father would take badly.

Team Excalibur Humiliated!

Their father had been in an absolute rage. The younger had feared for his life, but it didn't mean he still didn't have nerve.

"He tried!" The young boy had screeched, "But you brainwashed him into thinking that the only way to suceed was to win in everything!"

"Shut up!" Their father had shouted at him, "You're just as weak as him, trying to defend him!"

But the young boy wouldn't back down. He had glared at his father, continued to shout, even slipping into his mother- tongue and ranting.

That had been the last straw for his father, as their mother was the only one in the family to be able to speak such a beautiful language. The man had lunged for his son, hands wrapping around his throat, and cutting off his airways.

His world had gone black.

When he had woken up again, it was to his brother sitting beside him in a hospital.

The young boy had been confused, and then his brother told him that he had been nearly dead in his father's hands when he came back home. A fight had apparently broken out between his brother and father, and that their father would no longer be bothering them.

It wasn't until he watched the news that same night that he realized what his brother had being saying- their father was dead.

His life seemed to be one big surprise after another, for the next thing he knew, his brother was on the enemy's side, ready and willing to cross all those who tried to stop his new boss's ambitions.

Despite knowing he should stay in the hospital, he had gone with the rest of his brother's friends to try and talk some sense into that thick skull of his.

While the Cetus duo and Zurafa Blader had easily been defeated by his brother, the younger wasn't going to give in so easily. So when he had stepped up to challenge his brother, it was safe to say he was shocked.

"Nero?" He had sounded horrified, "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here? Get out!"

"Kinda hard to do when you're five hundred feet in the air." Nero had replied, pulling his launcher and Bey out, "Please, Julian. Stop what you're doing!"

"Nero, please. Just turn away." Julian begged, still not making a move to ready himself for battle.

"Not until you get through your thick skull that this isn't what you should be doing!" Nero snapped back, and he could feel it, not for the first time in his life, but his Blader's Spirit was quickly becoming a raging inferno in and around him, like that of the fire he controlled.

Julian had growled at him- more of a warning than anger, and Nero ignored it, shouting, "Let it rip!"

Julian was quick, Nero had to give him that. Within seconds, Destroyer was back on the ground- left rotation, Nero noted- and both his Bey and Julian's had crashed head on together.

"Destroyer! Send him flying!" Julian called out, before shouting to his brother, "Nero, please! All I've ever done is look out for you! Just turn around and walk away! It's the only way to keep you safe!"

"Unless your boss has threatened to kill me if you don't do his dirty work, I'm not going anywhere!" Nero snarled back, "Fire Furie! Destroy Destroyer-" Nero saw the way his brother's lips twitched into a small smile at the words, "- with our newest Special Move!"

Julian blinked, "What?"

"This is inspired from Medusa, bro! Furie! Special Move, Red Eyed Terror!" Nero yelled, as a bright red aura lit up around him. Quietly, he whispered to himself as his brother yelled in fear, "I'm sorry... but it's the only way to get through to you..."

The darkness of Furie's move surrounded them both.

Nero watched from the darkness as his brother fell to his knees, broken sobs falling from his mouth.

"No... this can't be happening..." He was choking out, "No... Not Nero... Why..."

Nero cocked his head. So his brother's worst fear had to do with him?

"All my fault... I should've tried harder... Nero, I'm so sorry!" The black mist was forming at the corner of Julian's eyes, and Nero knew that unless he stepped in or Julian realized it was all a hallucination, his brother would be a broken shell for the rest of his life.

But he couldn't resist. He had to know.

"Sorry for what?" He whispered, voice warped with the shadows.

"Betraying you..." His brother whispered, "Abandoning you... Killing you!"

Nero jerked at that; Killing him? What was Julian talking about?

"I should've tried harder to push you away! Then Ziggurat never would've made true on his promise! He never would've made me... Made me..."

"Made you what?" Nero was curious now.

"He made me kill you! Made me beat you!" Julian screeched, and he was on his feet, "It's what he promised he'd make me do if I betrayed him!"

He's back in the present tense... Nero thought, Has he...?

The darkness disappeared, and Nero yelped as his brother let out an enraged shout and a red streak suddenly zipped by his head, into a building. Furie cried out, and Nero winced at the feel of his Bey's pain, and the defeat she felt as she stopped spinning. He turned to his brother, who was glaring angrily.

"I'm not like dad! I'm not going to try, nor am I ever going to hurt you! I just want to protect you!" Julian exclaimed.

"I never said you were like dad!" Nero yelped, "I never meant for you to think that! All I want is my brother back! I don't care what Zig- freak does! I. Want. My. Brother!"

Julian's eyes went wide, as he watched Nero fall to his knees, sobbing.

"All you've ever done is keep me safe! All you've ever done is make sure I never had to suffer what you did! All you've ever done is protect me! And I'm tired of it! I'm old enough now to defend myself!" Nero screamed, his voice becoming more hoarse than it was before, due to the fact that not even a day earlier he nearly died from strangulation.

Julian opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Nero finishing his rant.

"I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU!"

Julian shut his mouth, and stared at his brother.

All at once, the entire city suddenly rocked, and cracks appeared in the ground. Nero yelped in fear as multiple cracks appeared around him, and a loud, electronic voice echoed through the city, "Fifteen minutes until meltdown."

Everyone was thinking the same thing.

MELTDOWN?!

The cracks became wider, and suddenly, the ground shifted, the cracks widening drastically, as well as the city slanted at a downward angle. Nero screamed as he was pitched forward. His eyes went wide as he felt gravity take over and he began to fall into the crevice-

"Destroyer!" He dimly heard his brother's voice, and suddenly, Nero was hovering in mid air. Squeaking, he glanced up at Julian, who was somehow still on his feet. His lips turned up in a smirk, "So... you don't need my help, huh?"

Nero growled, "Shut up!"

Julian reached a hand out, grabbing his brother's wrist. Nero breathed a sigh of relief that was short lived.

The city lurched again, and Julian cursed as his concentration broke, and as Destroyer's gravitational ability cut off. Nero screamed again as he dropped over the ledge of the crevice he had been above of. He felt himself bring his brother down with him, and felt like he had been sucker punched in the gut as Julian came over the side too, barely holding on to the edge of the legde.

If he hadn't been so terrified, Nero would've laughed at his own ryhme.

"Julian!" Nero exclaimed.

"Hold on!" Julian called, and Nero tried not to flinch as his brother's grip tightened on his wrist. All at once, Nero realized he was being swung back and forth.

"Wait!" Nero screamed as he realized that Julian was barely holding on to the ledge- if Julian managed to swing him up on to solid ground, he wouldn't be able to hold himself and he'd fall to his death, "Julian, don't do it!"

But his brother wasn't listening. Nero screamed as he flew into the air and over the ledge. His blue eyes went wide as he saw his brother's grip on the ledge slip. Before he even knew what he was doing, he was throwing himself to the edge himself, and-

He barely caught Julian's wrist.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" Nero screamed, pulling hard and managing to bring his brother up a little, "ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF?!"

"You really want an answer?" Julian asked, dryly.

Nero narrowed his eyes, and held his other hand out, "Give me your other hand!"

Julian reached up, and Nero grit his teeth as he slipped a little. With great effort, he managed to haul his brother up over the side of the crevice. The two collapsed on to the ground, panting heavily.

"If you ever..." Nero gulped for air as he sat up, "Do something that idiotic again, I'll kill you myself!"

Julian cringed from his brother's yelling, "Okay, okay! Jeez, calm down!"

Nero growled and glared, before he sighed, and then lunged for Julian, his arms wrapping around the older blonde.

"Just don't leave me alone anymore. You're all I have." Nero whispered.

"I won't. I promise." Julian murmured back, and Nero knew his brother wouldn't break that promise again.