Title: Illuminated Darkness
Summary: Ying and Yang are twin sisters who are masters of tag-team battles and they are as ruthless as their bitbeasts. Their targets? Grev, of course. The only way to defeat them is for Grev to find a powerful bitbeast that was once known as Illuminated Darkness. But first, who are these two other mysterious bladers who are helping them?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the Beyblade series or franchise. I do own the characters Ying, Yang, Zhang and Xalon. And I own the plot. But that's it.
Warnings: The use of OCs, a bit of swearing and violence in future chapters
Author's Notes: I suppose I should say "hello!" and "greetings!" since this is my first foray into writing fanfiction. I've been reading fics for a while, but hadn't had the guts to write anything. I do now, apparently. Let's hope that it doesn't end in tears.
I would first like to explain something; this is not your average Beyblade story. I know, a lot of other authors claim the same thing, but honestly, this one is different. Mainly because the OCs won't be paired with anyone from the series. So no romance. There might be a bit of bromance, but that's it. And I will honestly try my hardest to keep the characters in-character.
Well, that's all I have to say, I guess. Please read and review.
The sun was beginning to set as twin sisters stepped from the airport terminal. Beautiful and elegant, they stood out amongst the masses. Everyone glanced at them from the corner of their eyes, yet the young women were unfazed. They were used to it so paid them no mind.
One sister had straight pitch black hair, flowing down to the middle of her back like a curtain of satiny black silk. It shone with health and flowed delicately in the wind. Her eyes were as golden as the summer sun, shimmering with mirth as she glanced over to her sister. "Getting past security was easy, wasn't it, Yang?"
"Too easy, Ying," Yang replied haughtily, with sparkling ebony black eyes, as deep and as dark as the night sky in winter. Unlike her twin sister, her hair was a shimmering white, light and airy; as gentle as clouds high above in the sky. Like her sister, though, her hair was pin straight and flawless, much like silk.
They both wore traditional red Chinese dresses with gold trimming. The slit on Ying's dress was on her right side while the slit on Yang's dress was on her left. They also wore matching boots with thick heels and laced up, reaching mid-calf. Both had lightly tanned skin which glowed with health. On Ying's right thigh was the tattoo of a black dragon. And on Yang's left thigh was the tattoo of a white dragon.
Casting her beautiful golden eyes at her surroundings, Ying felt a sense of irritation grow inside as her gaze fell upon a small group of bladers. They appeared to be armatures at best, but she could hear them gloating, boasting about how they will become the best of the best. All young boys, of course. Not a single girl amongst them.
Of course; girls don't blade.
"It's no surprise that Beycity is filled with obnoxious brats," Yang murmured, noting her sister's irritated expression. "They're the worst kind."
"Look at them, though," Ying glared. "They have no idea what it means to be a blader."
"Now now, sis," Yang crooned. "They're not like us."
Ying smirked, feeling the power pulsating from her blade. "Ah, that's so true."
So very true. They have no idea what power and talent was. How could they? They weren't worthy like they were. They didn't go through the trails and pain they did. They didn't earn the right to become powerful blading masters.
Yang mimicked Ying's smirk. "We'll teach them all a lesson."
"Of course." Ying hooked her arm through her sisters as they began to walk. "But where to start, first?"
"Let's just go for a walk. We're bound to meet some moron who thinks he can underestimate us for being girls."
"Agreed."
"Another young man was rushed to hospital last night after receiving multiple slashes to his arms and legs. He is in a stable condition. Police are investigating the incident and are unwilling to comment at this time on whether or not the now notorious Twin Dragons Sisters are the ones responsible as the young man was training to become a Beyblader."
From his desk, Mr Stanley Dickinson watched the news with a sense of unease. For the third time this week there was yet another story about mysterious twin bladers harming others, stealing their blades and their bitbeasts. Powerful twin girls. Beautiful and mysterious. The media was enamoured with them.
Girls acting rebellious, dangerous and threatening were something that those in the media found to be exciting and sexy. Girl power. The true strength of feminism.
In reality, though, it didn't matter that they were female in gender. They were hurting bladers, stealing away what they held dear. And they were doing it so ruthlessly. Take tonight's story as an example; sending someone to the hospital.
That wasn't right. That wasn't something that should be praised.
Things were getting serious.
Stanley could no longer watch the television so he turned it off and looked at the report sitting in the centre of his desk. It's from the security division. They had found evidence indicating that these rogue bladers were heading for Beycity. Their target was clear.
G-Revolution.
He worried for his favourite team. They had been through a lot, and were more than capable of looking after themselves. They've fought against so many evil organisations already. Two rebellious girls shouldn't give them much trouble.
Still, he held a small sense of restlessness.
There was something different about these girls. They were so blatant in their offences. They simply didn't care who they hurt, who were in their way. It raised a lot of questions. Of course the media was rife with speculations and theories. Were they being manipulated in some way? Were they working for someone? BIOVOLT perhaps?
They had to have some kind of reason for their deeds.
"Mr Dickinson?"
"Ah, Hiro," Stanley greeted as the blue-haired man walked into his office. "What can I do for you, m'boy?"
Hiro sat down in a chair before Stanley's desk, his mahogany eyes gazing down at the report Stanley had been studying. "I take it you heard the latest news?"
Stanley sighed and nodded. "Unfortunately we don't have much to go on. We only have eye-witness accounts."
Hiro folded his arms over his chest, a serious look on his face. "They are described as being exotically beautiful, yet no one can really describe what they look like." As eye-rolling as that was, it could be explained as simply shock and trauma suffered by the victims. "We can't even put up a composite drawing."
"We have countless bladers entering the city every day." With Beycity being the centre of blading, it was no surprise. "We can't process them all," Stanley added.
"And by the sounds of things they're already in Japan," Hiro said. "Tyson is most likely their first target."
With Kai in Russia, Ray in China and Max in America, it was only logical that Tyson will be the girls' first high profile victim. There was Daichi as well, but chances were, Tyson would be first. He was the champion, after all.
"There are reports that they are extremely powerful and dangerous; we mustn't let our guard down around them," Stanley said sombrely.
A young man stood atop of a small grassy field, looking down upon a small stream below where a group of young children were playing in the waters, enjoying the last warmth of the day. His muddy brown hair was being messed up by the warm wind, despite being held back in a short and spiky ponytail. His choppy, uneven bangs danced in front of his deep, earthy brown, almost black eyes.
He wore a deep red shirt, with a black swirling design on the front. His black jeans were tucked into a pair of large black boots with red laces. He had a black armband with a pouch on his left arm, were his blade was kept.
He removed the black and silver blade from its pouch and held it in his hand. He felt uneasy, as if something was occurring. In this little village, hidden far from the hustle and bustle of the big cities, they had little contact with the outside world. Sure, they had television, but the children here preferred to be outside, blading and playing in nature.
There was nothing but shitty sitcoms, bad daytime dramas and negative news shows on TV anyway.
Still, there was something in the wind that he didn't like. Neither did his bitbeast, Aecio.
A warm hand on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts. "What's wrong, Xalon?"
Xalon removed his gaze from his blade to look over to the source of the voice. A young man, about his age and height, with bright, golden blond hair with slightly messy bangs and a long rat's tail tied with red string at the nape of his neck stood slightly behind him. His crystal blue eyes were warm, yet holding a sense of interest.
He wore a blue t-shirt that had a swirling black design on the front (similar to Zhang's) over a pair of baggy black jeans. He wore white fingerless gloves on his hands. His shoes were red and white in colour, but it was hard to tell because of the legs of his jeans being so long. He had a white armband with a pouch on his right arm, where his blade was kept.
"Zhang," Xalon muttered, looking at him for a moment before he turned his attention back to his blade. "…I'm not sure. Can you feel it?"
"The restlessness?" Zhang asked, his hand dropping from Xalon's shoulder to touch the pouch on his arm. "Yeah, Amitoj has been unnerved by something as well."
Xalon tightened his hand around his blade and glanced up at the sky. What could this feeling mean?
Author's Notes: This is just the first chapter, so do let me know what you think of it so far. Tyson will be in the next chapter and it will be focusing more on Grev. I don't know when I'll have the next chapter up, not too long, I hope.
Although I do have a few assignments that need to be done…