Hi Peeps! I'm starting again trying to now invoke my writing creativity which kind of died on here like…urm… maybe 2-3 years ago? Anyways I'm re-starting a Beyblade fanfiction which I keep hoarding in my demented mind.
Ok the story israted M for language, lemon and torture, so you have been warned and no flamers please.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of the characters.
Night drew closer and closer with each passing second slowly diminishing the golden sunset, which kindly provided the people of Moscow with daylight. Running along the sombre streets where nearby strangers were seeing to their daily lives, a young teenager dodged the unwelcoming and questioning eyes of the general public; stopping in a nearby alley way. Another male figure followed him down the dingy path panting harshly as though they both ran a marathon. One looked up at the other who calmly regained his normal breathing, as he stared at his current surroundings like some meerkat on patrol.
"You think they've seen us?" The standing male quickly glanced down at the other before looking back up the path, in which they both dashed down carefully choosing his next set of speech.
"Maybe…" Before long he grabbed the other male, who had just managed to retrieve his normal breathing, dragging him back down the alleyway and into the busy streets once again running for their lives. Both determined to achieve the goals, both desperate for something every human dreams of which can easily be taken away from those who are higher in personal and international hierarchys.
Again they stopped, this time in an abandoned warehouse which in its past was a textiles mill. Rotten pieces of wood lay emotionless on the ground along with discarded cans, of spray paint and famous soda drinks such as: Coke, Fanta and Sprite. The rest of the building had somewhat decayed with age but still seemed safe to spend the night in, away from prying eyes and the harsh winter climates Russia endeavoured.
"I think they won't find us here" One lad stated whilst the other slumped down against one of the walls.
"Hopefully" Replied the other who looked up at his comrade. His brilliant red hair glinted from the nearby hole in the ceiling, where the moon managed to cast some of its light upon the mill. He wore an unusual hoodie that was mainly ashen complemented by orange stripes running vertically down the torso area, matching snow white trousers covered his bottom half. Ice blue eyes stared at the entrance in which they made then back to the younger on the floor.
"Tala?" Tala sighed before returning next to other male sliding down the wall himself, exhausted from all the running the other put them through.
"Yes Kai?"
"Do you think we can make it out this time?"
Making it out? Tala knew that was possibly just a dream to escape their greatest captor. Ever since he can remember, Tala had lived in the rotten Balkov abbey where children were mercifully pushed to their physical and mental limits. All trying to escape the harsh and cruel punishments, set by the nearby guards and scientists who sneered at their will to not give up hope and cheered when each living soul was broken. Kids from all around the world were either being kidnapped or tempted by false promises, to be part of a sinister plot held by two vile, sick and twisted men: Boris Balkov and Soichirio Hiwatari; owners of the dreaded Biovolt Corporation itself.
"Yeah hopefully Kai" He looked across to the other male making note of how cold it actual was, and how Kai seemed perfectly fine in just an ebony black tank top and a pair of baggy jeans. However he didn't understand why the guy always wore a seemingly long cotton white scarf that was so thin it couldn't make a snowflake melt. Four cobalt triangles, two etched on each cheek, stood proudly amongst the colour-drained face, matching two-toned messy blue hair seemed to fit the persons behaviour correctly- wild and daring and understanding and passionate. Beautiful lavender orbs stared back at Tala. The red- head thought back to how Kai managed to gain them triangles, shuddering at the thought rather than the cold he curled up in a tight ball like that of a wolf. Closing his eyes he looked once more across the dusty room, before falling into a blissful darkness where dreams finally come true.
Kai smiled softly at his friend's reaction to things. Here they were in a strange place threatening danger at every turn, cold from the sudden temperature drop and hungry because of the lack of nourishment provided by the abbey, who so willingly chases any person who tries to escape its bitter and threatening walls to an astringent end. Yet here lies Tala fast asleep without a care in the world! He looked up at the drab ceiling thinking over recent memories clutching the one thing that truly matter to him the most: his beyblade. Kai took it out his pocket smirking at how its metallic indigo glinted in the distant moonlight as the stunning phoenix, set in a transfixed motion of rising from the ashes, made the blade ever more enchanting. Cries of willpower surged into the younger's mind to reassure everything will be ok, Kai simply smiled upon feeling her power before he was ushered into an ecstasy of darkness.
"Where the fuck are they?"
"My Lord I don't know!" cried another. A mauve haired man instantly grabbed a guard by the throat squeezing a little. The weaker male chocked at the sudden pressure around his neck, trying to escape them haunting cerise eyes that caused the most terrific nightmares.
"B-but Boris!"
"No fucking excuses!" Throwing his captive being back down on the floor, Boris grunted down the numerous corridors of the abbey. His way lit by luminous candle flames held in an ebony candlestick holder in the shape of bats, leading towards a pair of sturdy wooden oak doors branded in moonlit black cast iron bars running across horizontally. Boris shoved one open his anger only flaring up at each step he took- good luck to any blader daring to go near him.
The door opened up revealing a radiant room where laminated tiles covered the floors, beautiful crimson walls lacquered with golden lines traced elegant creatures seen from past bladders, whilst upon the ceiling hung a diamond chandelier each rock in the shape of tear-stains.
"Boris what in God's name are you doing!" Across the room standing in front of some French doors, which leads out onto a dismal stone balcony stood Voltaire. His grey hair combed back with some expensive gel shined in the moonlight radiance, whilst his black cloak wrapped itself around the sturdy- yet old figure like that of an anaconda grabbing its prey.
Slamming his hands upon a marble russet brown table he looked up at his 'master' instantly squinting his eyes, in pure frustration before leaning against the object his just lay his hands on.
"Them guards couldn't run a piss up in a brewery" Voltaire raised an eyebrow whilst walking up to the other man.
"What's wrong?" asked the elder.
"They let them escape"
"Who escape?" Voltaire remained curious now having an idea of who it might foolishly be.
"Ivanov Tala and-"Began Boris
"And…?" Cut in Voltaire
"Your grandson… Hiwatari Kai" The tycoon stopped behind him taking in his features letting his own anger build up. Boris looked behind him only for a fist to be connected with his now swollen jaw. He gasped in shock.
Not and never pain.
Voltaire seized him in his clutches by the front of the olive tweed jacket; Boris so seemingly liked to wear.
"Let me tell you Mr. Balkov. If you do not retrieve my grandson or his in-mate, I will personally show you what a beating is!" Rage seethed through the aged man as he let go of the other's clothes. He strode back to his spot near the doors overlooking the beautiful views of Moscow. Boris regained his composure bowing respect to the other being.
"Yes milord" He turned round exiting the room briefly smirking at his next plan of action.
"Guards!" he bellowed across the control room, consisting of dozens of computers and security screens. "Report to room code name B and R, I repeat B and R!" He left the microphone connected to the tiny speakers trailed around the abbey's fortress. Boris calmly strode to the designated room keeping in check the time of the night and the possible idea of the prisoner's route to escaping from Russia completely. Opening another door the Russian pushed passed the identical looking men, all of which where most of the abbey's guards.
"I have called you here as a matter of importance!" bellowed Boris. The earlier discussion amongst the staff members instantly subsided, followed only by a deadly silence so clear you could hear the traffic outside the frosted walls.
"Earlier today two boys managed to escape their confides…" he began. Instantly the noise of short whispers and mumbles filled the room.
"I asked for fucking silence!" screamed Boris. Again the noise decreased dramatically waited for the lilac haired Russian to continue. Boris paced across the room glaring at each member as he walked past, enjoyment and dominance clearly rising in his system as being in control.
"As I was saying two boys have managed to escape BioVolt. They are the notorious Tala Ivanov and Kai Hiwatari, Sir Voltaire has ordered me to begin a search party in order to bring back these traitors!" He stopped near the door towards the exit smirking at what sick little games he will soon be playing. "Go and find them, make sure they're safe and bring them to me" A slight menacing chuckled escaped his lips whilst his rough hand grabbed the iron door handle, twisting it and leaving the room B and R giving away to a sinister laugh down one of the corridors.
Ok I know this is short but I want to see how people kind of find it as I'm getting back into the writing style as my art is failing me incredibly. Please review as it's very helpful
~YaseixTaka