NO BEYBLADING?!

"Apocalypse was upon them. The new government did not approve of the adolescents spending their time 'uselessly' beyblading, so bladers all over Japan had their beys snatched; never to be seen again. Military schools were set up with the sole purpose to train the bladers in the art of artillery, cavalry and other military tactics so one day they could defend their country. It felt as if the reign of Hitler had spread all over Japan though the only thing that was different was that there was no war at hand and though it was said to be in the favor of the bladers, they knew that someone was trying to suppress them.

Now military schools were like no ordinary schools. Each attendee wore a green jumpsuit and had a tight schedule which was to be completed on time. There were no breaks except the 7 hour sleep at night. Contact with anyone outside including friends and family was strictly prohibited. They were expected to reach the main ground for a 4 mile hike at 5 am sharp and ended their daily routine with 150 pushups. Anyone not following the rules or lacking behind for any reason possible was punished severely. Two bladers shared a room, which contained two beds and two cupboards. The room lacked any windows or any source of ventilation thus the only thing that connected the bladers to the grim hallways outside was the door for entrance, which was locked at 10 pm sharp. If you are outside you are going to have to sleep on the corridor floor tonight and if you are in then well, you are caged. Having two meals each day weakened each attendee to a great extent as their limited food intake and lack of rest did not help their bodies cope up with their torturous schedules.

If anyone enjoyed this miserable, hell of a life, it was the monitors. Those bladers who didn't retaliate to what the government had planned were given the honor to act as monitors. Their routines were the easiest; mostly all they did was supervise by keeping an eye on the others, checking if they were doing their work correctly. They ate extravagantly and did what their hearts desired. The regular rules did not apply to them and with no one there to stop them, they made others' lives a living hell.

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"Stop!" Masamune called out to the group of monitors who shoved Kenta against the wall.

"Go mind your own business!" growled a lad who wore a black leather jacket.

"Move away from Kenta!" the redhead ordered as he approached towards them.

Turning around, one of them said sternly, "He wasn't doing his work his properly and if you meddling fools don't do your work, we have to teach you a lesson!"

"He is just a kid! Look at his condition, he might faint and you want him to work?!" Masamune yelled as he pushed passed the group and helped Kenta up.

"Are you going to tell us what to do?" the white haired teen asked furiously as he banged Masamune against the wall.

"Leave him, Ryuga!" Kyoya ordered as anger radiated off him.

"Or what, blue eyes?"

Kyoya could not bear such insolent behavior and what followed was very much expected.

KAPOW!

Kyoya punched Ryuga with all his might causing him to fall down. As he turned around, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking back, Kyoya was greeted with a return punch by Ryuga and so the fight began. Both sides started hitting each other furiously. Pulling the black leather jacketed guy's hair, Gingka punched him knocking him out. He then reached for Kenta who lay on the ground, awestricken. On the other hand, Masamune banged another lad against the wall and kicked him in the stomach. While, Kyoya kept punching Ryuga until his nose bled. Leaving him, he picked up Kenta on his shoulders and the three made a run for it before any more monitors arrived.

"In here!" Kyoya kicked the store room door open as Masamune and Gingka entered. It was not long before the posse reached the store and started banging the door.

"What now?" Gingka asked.

"Wait, I have an idea. You take Kenta while we provide you a safe passage." Masamune directed as a wicked smile made his way to his lips.

Gingka, a little confused as to what he had in mind, took Kenta from Kyoya and moved a little back as Masamune picked up a wooden chair.

"Oh, this is going to be fun!" Kyoya smirked as he opened the door

BAM!

Masamune hit them with the brown chair with Kyoya backing him up while Gingka, with Kenta leaning on his shoulders, ran towards his reaching there, he put Kenta in his bed and handed him a glass of water.

As he sat beside the little green haired kid, looking at his brown eyes, Gingka only saw pain and suffering. He wanted to take Kenta away from this. After all, he had done nothing to deserve this. Nothing. Gingka's attention was then drawn to Kenta's tiny badly bruised arms, as the juvenile moaned in pain. Anger and hatred for this place poisoned Gingka's heart. Kenta was too young, too fragile to go through something so evil, so merciless.

"Aw, someone's not happy"

Gingka turned around to find Ryuga with a huge grin, at the door. The first thought that came to his mind was that if he was here, where were Kyoya and Masamune?

"You and your pesky friends are so annoying!" he said wiping the blood that trickled from his lips.

"If you want to wake up with everything intact, LEAVE!" Gingka roared as he thought of what he had done to Kenta.

"You're gonna beat me up? Huh? If Kyoya and Masamune, together couldn't get me, what are you gonna do? Touch me and you'll end up being thrown in the Cell like them!"

'Cell?! They are taken to the Cell?' Gingka thought as terror sent a shiver down his spine.

The Cell was the detention room of the military schools. Those who were to be given serious punishment were taken to the Cell. Tortured badly and starved for days, the bladers when came out had either lost their minds or followed the orders given to them as if a dog followed his master.

Gingka's blood began to boil. Trying his best to resist the urge to kill Ryuga, he turned away and asked him to leave, his voice full of sorrow and pain. A lone tear escaped his eye as he thought of the condition his friends would be in. But Ryuga was not in the mood to leave, in fact, he wanted to fan the flame that burned in Gingka's heart.

"By the way, Madoka was asking if you were alright."

"Madoka?"

The name caught his attention and his mind wandered to the day he was carried off to military school. The brunette hugged him with all her might as if never letting go. Assuring her that everything was alright, he slowly let go off her and left with a group of soldiers that came to get him. It had been ages since he had seen her or at least it seemed like it. Oh how much he wanted to see her, she would smile and tell him that all will be well and therefore, blindly believing the girl's words would help his heart be finally at peace.

"Yeah. I told her you were quite happy here."

Happy? Happiness didn't exist between these dingy walls. The training videos broadcasted and pictures shown were all a curtain pulled to hide the bitter persecution going on behind the red bricked walls. It was to ensure the bladers' families that their loved ones were doing well though the reality begged to differ. What was worse that the people actually bought it; they judged the book by the cover! But then again the ambassadors sent weekly displayed the same image as they were monitors, the government's dogs.

Gingka, helpless, clenched his fists as tears threatened to flood his eyes. There was nothing he could do! Nobody was there to help him. No one.

A month passed and the conditions worsened with Kyoya and Masamune still in the cell. Moreover, Gingka and kenta's schedule changed into something that caused them to scream in pain each night leading to severe insomnia and when they couldn't pace up with the extreme set of duties they were handed; they were gifted with lashes. Rest and peace were the two words, all of them wondered if did exist outside these demonic halls.

When all hope was lost and agony crept up in their lives, it was time for him to come. The earth trembled, fear vanished, birds silenced, crowds dispersed in his presence. He was the light in pure darkness, the key who would free all the troubled and caged souls who were tormented day and night. He was going to free them. After all, it was his destiny…"

"And he was Zeo?!" Benkei cut Zeo, who held a torchlight under his chin, lighting up his face.

"Ofcourse, it was me! This is the part where I'll save you" claimed Zeo, his grin stretching from one earlobe to the other.

"This was the craziest thing I've ever heard!" Masamune commented as he sipped coke.

"Yeah! I lived without hamburgers?!" Gingka agreed as he stuffed a hamburger in his mouth.

"More like you lived without Madoka!" King corrected Gingka as Kyoya smirked.

"What? I can live without her!" Gingka rolled his eyes not quite sure how to respond.

"Nope!"

"Yes!" Gingka said as his cheeks turned as red as a tomato

"Come on dude! You can't! Wait, I'll prove it. She said she'll fix your bey in three day's time, right? And you went to her 4 times today to ask if she fixed it." Masamune explained

"Because… Because… I missed Ma- Pegasus" GIngka blurted out shaking his head repeatedly.

Everyone laughed at his reply. To which, Gingka laughed sarcastically trying to hide the deep red that spread over his cheeks.

"We should do this more often." Benkei suggested.

"What? Tease Gingka about Madoka?" Masamune asked while cocking an eyebrow.

"NO! I mean a bro's night."

"Yeah! After all I get to tell 'around the torchlight stories'" Zeo exclaimed.

Laughing, everyone agreed.

Later that night, Gingka laid in his bed, thinking about what the lads had been saying. He liked Madoka but…

Buzz! Buzz!

Picking up the phone, that interrupted his thoughts, Gingka assumed that it was Masamune. So without any thought, he asked him to stop teasing him this late.

But it wasn't him, a trembling voice came instead. Clouds of fright and nervousness surrounded the redhead as his ears caught the words,

"G-Gingka? There was an a-accident."