Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade in any way. The only characters I own are my OCs. Anything else is coincidental.
Note: This story is another prequel, more of a spin-off and it details the past of my bad OC Pyro.
A Dangerous Road
Chapter 1: The Innocent Start
In the frozen land of Russia, in a little peaceful house not far away from some of the streets was a woman sitting on a sofa. She had long black hair with a few red streaks in it and her eyes shone aquamarine. She had a little boy on her lap and was reading a story to him.
"'The prince rode by on his noble steed and his sword glinted in the light and as the dragon dived, everything went black...'" she read from the book and the little boy gasped in awe and suspense.
"What happened next, Mum?" he asked in an excited tone. His appearance consisted of black and red hair, the front of his hair sticking up at points and black in colour, the back of his hair growing down the back of his neck and was red. His eyes were of a light brown colour and showed so much innocence in his young age.
His mother flipped a page of the book when the sound of the front door opened.
"Where's my squirt?" called a man's voice.
"Dad's home! Daddy!" shouted the little boy excitedly and ran into the hallway and hugged his father.
The man had dark brown hair with light brown eyes and he ruffled his son's hair.
"You had fun today, Kiddo?" he asked.
"Yeah, Dad. I've played and Mum was reading a story to me." said the boy happily.
"Sounds good." said his father with a smile then looked over at his wife and his smile lightly dropped. "Son, can you head upstairs? I need to talk to your mother." he added.
The young boy blinked confused, but nodded and headed up the stairs to his room. He tried to hear without being seen, but to no avail so entered his room and sat on his bed and played with a fluffy toy.
Downstairs, the man sat down on the sofa next to his wife. She put the book down she had been reading to their son and looked up at him.
"What's wrong, Ivan?" she asked in concern.
He sighed. "Natasha, my work is becoming more dangerous. I mean, there was always a risk, it is the army, but there's a battle coming up in another part of Russia. I have to go to it and I'll be away for a while." he said.
"I understand, Love. I hope you will be okay." she said and hugged her husband.
He hugged her back and ran a hand through her black and red hair.
"Yeah, Tash, so do I." he said and sighed quietly to himself. He was unsure about this as it would be the longest he'd be away from his son and it would be a big battle.
"I better get Little'un tucked in. He won't go to bed without finishing that story." said Natasha with a chuckle and picked up the book.
Ivan nodded with a smirk and watched his wife head upstairs.
He sighed again. "Please, let things work out. I don't want to leave my family alone." he said to himself.
Upstairs, Natasha entered her son's bedroom to find him drawing a picture while sitting on his bed.
"What have you got there, Sweetie?" she asked as she sat on the bed next to him.
"For you, Mummy." he said and handed the finished picture over to her.
She looked at it and it was a picture, not a good picture, as he was so young and unskilled, but sweet, as it showed his father, Ivan, as the prince, slaying a dragon who held a princess, his mother, captive.
"That's really sweet, Kiddo. How about we finish the story?" she asked.
He jumped in happiness and Natasha laughed.
"In bed." she told him.
He pouted a little, but climbed into his pyjamas then snuggled under his covers and lay his head back on the pillow.
"Okay, so..." started Natasha and found where she was in the story. "'...the light slowly returned as the prince clambered out from under the dragon who had fell against him and so was speared by his sword. He panted in relief from winning the battle, and started his trek to the castle where the sleeping maiden waited to be awoken by his kiss.'"
"Ooh, sweet." muttered the boy as he listened to the story.
"Yes it is." giggled Natasha then she continued "'The prince reached the room where she lay and walked near to her bed. He knelt down and took her lips with his own and it felt as if life returned to the castle as the lights shone and the princess' eyes opened. Seeing the love of her life she smiled and he took her in his arms and they kissed again, now guaranteed their happily ever after.'" she finished and closed the book.
"That's lovely, Mama. Will we have happily ever afters like that?" asked the boy.
"Oh, my son. I sure hope so." she said, and the boy looked confused as she looked sad.
"Mummy, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, Son. Your daddy will be going away a bit, but he'll be back soon as he can. It may be a few weeks, maybe even a month or so." she explained.
"Daddy's leaving? Where is he going?" the child asked.
"It's work business, Sweetie. You'll have me and the time will fly by. He'll be leaving tomorrow morning, so don't worry, you'll get to say goodbye." she said.
"Mummy, I love you and Daddy so much." he said and sat up to hug her.
She hugged him back and ruffled his spiky hair.
"And we love you too, Son. You mean everything to us. If something happened to you..." she said and immediately trailed off. "But don't worry, Son. It'll be fine."
The boy looked up with a smile then his eyes drooped and he fell asleep.
"Aww." Natasha whispered and lay her son back down on the pillow and pulled the covers over him. "Sleep well, my son." she whispered and kissed his forehead gently then left the room to join her husband as he finished up packing for his trip.