Beyblade belongs to Takao Aoki, all rights reseved.
I own all original aspects of this fiction, including, but not limited to, the plotline, all original characters, ect.
It was nighttime, and most of Tokyo was asleep. Two teens stood, out view of any potential onlookers' windows. Their shadows moved with the small fire in front of them, dancing with the flickering light. Looking closely, it seemed that their shadows were almost separate from them. One teen stood taller than the other: a boy. The firelight complemented his red hair, and reflected in his bright, green eyes. The other, female, stood close to the boy. Unlike him, she stared away from the fire. She watched falling snow collect on the ground, blue-green eyes saddened.
"I don't want to run anymore." The girl whispered to the other sat on the ground, "We will be caught eventually, whether or not run."
"Don't worry." The red fox comforted, "If we stay close to the city, and keep a low profile, we can lose them."
"But..."
"Listen, we will stay here until we think the wolves have passed, and then we can get situated." The redhead moved to find a place to sleep. "I'll get a job, and we'll find an apartment. We won't go anywhere."
The girl looked slightly upset, and murmured, "Now where have I heard that before?"
A hotel in the northern edge of Yokohama
Two teens sat, looking through a north-facing window. One had black hair, except one lock, which was white. The white lock of hair hung in his face. It was the longest section of his hair, and it fell just in between his almond shaped golden-green eyes. (No, 'almond-shaped' doesn't mean alien-like. Think of him as a bishounen) two silver earrings occupied the upper ridge of his left ear.
"Kuroko," He said, turning to another teen, which was lying on the bed, "I believe they've had enough time to get to Tokyo."
The other teen, the one looking out the window, turned to him as well. "Yes, have we not given them enough leeway?" This one had a dirty- blonde top, with a dark tan skin color. His eyes were straw- yellow, and he wore a black leather jacket. He had a scar across his nose.
Kuroko, the one on the bed, had brown hair. It was a peculiar color brown, but undoubtedly so. He had a single gold earring on his right ear. He smiled, opening his golden, dog-like eyes, "Tomorrow." He stated, "Tomorrow we will continue our chase."
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