Beyblade: REM Reality
A Fanfic by Kore, The Queen of Spades
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, Kai, Rei, Tyson, Max, Hillary etc. but I do own Projects 936 and 937, the Baron Livskayakov and any other miscellaneous characters, their beyblades and bit beasts. The theme songs ain't mine either unless I specify that it is my own lyrical genius that created it. Also note that I have not seen the entire Beyblade series so any informational error that I might've made, I apologize in advance. I really like the show and especially Kai and Rei and I had to do a fic about them and an oc or two of mine! This fic is rated R for language, lemon, and violence in later chapters. Be warned: THIS IS GOING TO BE A VERY LOOOONG FIC!!! SPOILERS!!!! THOU HATH BEEN WARNED!!!!
This = Thoughts ~*~~*~ = Scene change or point of view change "." = Spoken
Theme Quote: "As if our hearts were one and ambitions the same, we moved together separately and thus began this twisted game/ I was destined for obscurity and you for fame but right now, my friend, we must escape whilst we are sane/ We'll escape under the same sky whether in snow or rain, we must escape from our prisons, our personal houses of pain." ~ My own creative genius.
Chapter 1: 8 Years Ago
The alarms were going off left and right, deafening all. Armed security guards were rushing about the facility to secure all of its exits.
"She's around here somewhere men!," shouted a squad leader," Keep your eyes peeled and tranquilizer guns locked and loaded!"
The pneumatic doors were sliding shut with faint hisses and steel paneled doors were sliding shut everywhere. The head security guard grabbed the red phone off of his desk and dialed a number quickly. Several silent minutes passed and finally, a voice flowed from the phone in a thick Russian brogue. The Baron Livskayakov had been awakened by the phone's noisy ring and answered in a rather grating tone.
"What is it? Why are you calling so late at night Demetri?"
Demetri tried to find his voice. The Baron was a frightening man with a temper that of a supremely pissed-off bull shark.
"Sir *pant, pant* they have escaped!"
"Which ones?," the Baron asked eagerly.
Demetri plucked up the last bit of his courage and spoke.
"Number 936 and 937, sir."
The Baron had a white knuckled grip on the phone. His teeth ground together and tried to suppress his anger. Those blithering idiots, he thought, I have invested millions into those two projects! How could they let them escape? This is a maximum-security facility! No two children could escape a place like that! Houdini couldn't even escape from the facility!
"Find them," he spat," Find them now. They are my best two projects and I cannot afford to lose them!"
"Yes, sir."
With that, he slammed down the receiver. Demetri listened to the dead line that seemed to be louder than the blaring alarms around him. A sigh escaped him.
"Boss! We got one!," yelled a guard over the radio. Demetri tilted his blond head and keyed his radio.
"Which one?"
"Number 937"
"What about 936?"
"Gone sir. Not even a trace. We are lucky we even caught 937."
"Very well. Place 937 in a maximum-security isolation cell. Well, get moving!"
"Yes sir!"
"You should've had them tranquilize her," said Dr. Anna Mednacova from the doorway. She startled him a little and made him cringe.
"Absolutely not," Demetri said immediately," She will be coherent when she is put in that cell and I will have it no other way."
Dr. Mednacova snorted.
"You want to give her another chance to escape, don't you?," she said half-accusingly and the other half out of sarcasm. "Number 937 will take down anyone trying to restrain her. After all, that is what she was programmed to do. The only answer is to sedate her for the time being."
Demetri frowned and furrowed his thick eyebrows at her.
"Don't tell me how to do my job," he hissed, "now if you please, I have a security crisis I need to get back to."
He turned his back to her as a signal that she should leave and she did with a sniff. The sharp clicking of her heels could be heard as she went down the corridor.
Demetri sank down into his chair and propped his feet up.
"Sumashechiya suka," he growled as he lit a cigarette and dragged on it heavily, exhaling the smoke through his nose. He worried about 936 and 937. Unlike the rest of those at the facility especially Dr. Mednacova, he felt for the two girls and truly was sympathetic towards them. He had known them since they had arrived at the facility years ago and had been bowled over by the girl's combined and separate strengths. 936 showed remarkable fighting skill and intelligence. 937 was slightly behind her sister but what she lacked in fighting skills, she made up for in socialization and artistic skills. The pair had been trained early on for hand to hand combat and each showed a separate interest in weapons. 936 preferred pole-arms, guns, and other small, easily concealed weapons while 937 had taken to katanas, blades, knives, and guns as well. He tracked the two of them in a fatherly fashion. At first, his fondness for the girls was light-hearted but deepened to him cementing himself firmly as their father figure. The incident that caused this still made him shudder and it had been caused in part by that sadist, Dr. Mednacova.
Demetri had played a vital role in the girls' escape but didn't give them a cakewalk either. He provided the window of opportunity for their escape and moved security around a little to make it a little easier to get out of the wards. From there, they just had to escape the main wards, get outside and to the vehicle storage where he had left the keys to one of the snowmobiles under the seat. He also stashed some cans of food, a big warm blanket, two full canteens, two extra pairs of snow boots, two sets of snow camouflage BDUs, a first aid kit, and two white rabbit and fox fur cloaks. Demetri was careful to put these items, packed tightly, in one of the side car snowmobiles. The escape was perfect for them. They could disappear into the snow-covered countryside and never be found but hopefully make it to civilization. From there, they were on their own. Demetri as well as most of the staff at the facility lived within its walls and the whole place would be thoroughly combed so there was no point in trying to stash the girls in his quarters until he could safely smuggle them out. That meant that they would have to escape to the frozen wasteland outside which in some respects, he mused, would be far easier than everything they had endured in this hellhole.
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The Baron von Livskayakov slammed down the receiver. He was thoroughly pissed. His two best projects had escaped and were loose somewhere either in the facility or in the Siberian tundra. Incompetent fools, he thought, I have invested so much money in those two and the security systems around that damned place! How could this happen?
It was very late and he was in desperate need of sleep. Undoubtedly, he would be up for the next several days to come searching for his two special projects and he needed all the rest he could get. Besides, Demetri was a competent head of security and if anyone could catch them, it would be him. At least, he hoped he could get one of the girls back. Demetri would surely be able to capture one. These thoughts eased his annoyed conscience but not much.
"Bah. I'll deal with it in the morning."
He leaned back to settle into sleep when his cell phone went off with an irritating buzz. Grumbling, he sat up again and answered it.
"Hello?," he snapped.
"Brother-in-law, you needn't be so harsh. It is just me, Boris," the voice on the other side of the phone said. The baron cooled a few degrees.
"My apologies. I am rather stressed at the moment."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Two of my best projects escaped tonight. Number 936 and 937 broke loose a short while ago."
There was a significant pause on Boris' end and then a short gasp.
"You're kidding me? One of my best projects escaped as well."
"What? Which one?"
"Number 13. Kai Hiwatari."
It was the baron's turn to be surprised.
"Kai Hiwatari? That is Voltaire's grandson!"
"Yes, indeed," Boris growled," That brat flew the coop a half-hour ago."
The baron paused to think.
"Three escapes from two separate facilities, hundreds of miles apart, no warning, little communication and all within the same hour. Most peculiar."
"Yes, strange," Boris intoned," We should investigate this further."
"Da Boris," the baron said smoothly," Let us meet in the morning to discuss this. There is something more at work here than what is apparent. This is too big of a coincidence for it to be treated lightly."
"Agreed. I'll see you in the morning. Good night, brother-in-law."
"Goodnight."
The baron hung up and set the cell phone down on the nightstand. The escapes of 936, 937, and 13 had been, well, so close together that one could say that they were synchronized. But, the facilities, he thought, the facilities have minimal contact! The subjects have no means of communication at all. How then, did they escape at about the same time? And for that matter, both facilities have advanced security systems! How did they get around those? Maybe they.
The baron shook his head to clear it.
"No, I'll deal with it in the morning."
With that, he settled down to sleep.
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Kai ran. He ran as fast as his young legs would carry him and so far, they had carried him far away from the Balkov Abbey and even out of Moscow. He had run blindly into the frozen terrain that surrounded Moscow and was now in his second day of escape. He wrapped his tattered coat around him tighter and clenched his chattering teeth together. He was wandering blindly into an oncoming snowstorm and didn't know it. Kai trudged on. The wind was picking up through the trees and his hair was being whipped about his face. He was familiar with the unforgiving so-called Russian winter but growing up in cities and in the Abbey had left him totally unprepared for the wild Russian winter. The wind stung his face with icy needles and sudden gusts kicked up a little snow every now and then. It was decidedly stupid of him to leave the city and head for the wilderness but for some odd reason, he felt little fear of this unknown, yet vicious land.
A chill wracked his body. The sun had set and the temperature was dropping quickly, a fact that his body continually reminded him of. He needed to find a small cave or burrow somewhere to hide in. He was sure that there were caves up in this area and was on the lookout for any trace of one. At this point however, he was ready to take anyplace that was out of the wind and curl up there for the night. He needed some warmth and fast. Instinctively, his fingers nudged the bulge in his coat pocket that was his beyblade, Dranzer. His fingertips, slightly frost-bitten, were warmed through the pocket slightly by his bitbeast. A small smile crossed his face and he exhaled into his hands and rubbed them together to warm them further.
His steps were becoming more and more dogged as his visibility was steadily decreasing with the fading light and gusts of wind. One wrong step and.
It was too late; he felt his right foot slip, the sudden feeling of near weightlessness, and the next thing he knew he was tumbling down the embankment. His hands reached out to grab a root, a branch, a bush, anything to slow his fall. A sharp crack and sudden jolt of pain in his left arm let him know in no uncertain terms, that he was now injured. He winced and pulled that arm close to him, gritting his teeth as he rolled over and over on the injured arm. He felt the terrain even out and the force from his fall send him skidding over a frozen river at the bottom of the embankment. Kai thumped, bumped and skidded his way across the ice, coming to a stop 30 feet or so from the edge of the embankment. For a moment, he lay there, clutching his broken arm and squeezing tears out of his eyes angrily. He shifted his weight and pushed himself up on his good arm, breathing hard. He stretched his good arm out, thunking it on the ice to drag himself to shore.
Bad move. The feeling of his good arm snapping and the sound of crunching and breaking ice barely had time to register before he found himself slipping below the surface of the river. The winter wonderland before him in all it's sparkling beauty and ferocity was rapidly vanishing. The crystalline ice gave way underneath him to the black fluid of the lake, a black heart that beat steadily beneath its innocently sparkling exterior. He threw an arm up and kicked as hard as he could, making a grab for the edge of the ice. The feeling of being encased in ice was nothing compared to the pain that ripped through his broken arm. He threw his head back to scream but the black water rushed into his mouth and he choked. The ice broke away under his arm and he flailed desperately. He had never learned to swim and he was paying dearly for it.
Kai kicked hard for the surface and reached a hand out as though he expected someone to grab it and pull him from the depths that were swallowing him. Panic had encased his brain just as the inky waters encased him in ice. The water started to turn red around him and terrified thoughts shot through his mind. He was alone in the wilderness, bleeding perhaps, definitely injured, and who on earth could possibly be around to help? With a final kick, his hand shot out of the water one last time and was hoping for someone to grab it, though not expecting it to happen at all.
To his surprise, his hand was caught. A hand no bigger than his, one that fit perfectly in his own was pulling on his broken arm, trying to pull him out of the murky depths. The pain in that arm was unbearable and he foolishly tried to scream but succeeded only in letting the river flow into him. He looked up in shock, heard a faint splash, and saw only a shadow outlined in red before he passed out.
[A/N: Aight, I should warn you now that this chapter is going to seem like it should be placed elsewhere in the story once you read the next chapter. I wanted to put this one first to drop some hints, give a little info, etc. The next chapters flow more sequentially and won't seem as out of place. Kai: *cough cough* ::is soaking wet:: Kore: ::throws him a towel:: I almost forgot about you! Kai: How could you forget about me? I'm the star of the story! Kore: I thought we talked about this before I started writing. When I get focused on something, then the rest of the world can go to hell for all I care. Kai: ::~_~*:: You first. Kore: Don't make me turn this into a yaoi lemon between you and Tyson. Read and review, por favor! ^_^ ~~~@]
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, Kai, Rei, Tyson, Max, Hillary etc. but I do own Projects 936 and 937, the Baron Livskayakov and any other miscellaneous characters, their beyblades and bit beasts. The theme songs ain't mine either unless I specify that it is my own lyrical genius that created it. Also note that I have not seen the entire Beyblade series so any informational error that I might've made, I apologize in advance. I really like the show and especially Kai and Rei and I had to do a fic about them and an oc or two of mine! This fic is rated R for language, lemon, and violence in later chapters. Be warned: THIS IS GOING TO BE A VERY LOOOONG FIC!!! SPOILERS!!!! THOU HATH BEEN WARNED!!!!
This = Thoughts ~*~~*~ = Scene change or point of view change "." = Spoken
Theme Quote: "As if our hearts were one and ambitions the same, we moved together separately and thus began this twisted game/ I was destined for obscurity and you for fame but right now, my friend, we must escape whilst we are sane/ We'll escape under the same sky whether in snow or rain, we must escape from our prisons, our personal houses of pain." ~ My own creative genius.
Chapter 1: 8 Years Ago
The alarms were going off left and right, deafening all. Armed security guards were rushing about the facility to secure all of its exits.
"She's around here somewhere men!," shouted a squad leader," Keep your eyes peeled and tranquilizer guns locked and loaded!"
The pneumatic doors were sliding shut with faint hisses and steel paneled doors were sliding shut everywhere. The head security guard grabbed the red phone off of his desk and dialed a number quickly. Several silent minutes passed and finally, a voice flowed from the phone in a thick Russian brogue. The Baron Livskayakov had been awakened by the phone's noisy ring and answered in a rather grating tone.
"What is it? Why are you calling so late at night Demetri?"
Demetri tried to find his voice. The Baron was a frightening man with a temper that of a supremely pissed-off bull shark.
"Sir *pant, pant* they have escaped!"
"Which ones?," the Baron asked eagerly.
Demetri plucked up the last bit of his courage and spoke.
"Number 936 and 937, sir."
The Baron had a white knuckled grip on the phone. His teeth ground together and tried to suppress his anger. Those blithering idiots, he thought, I have invested millions into those two projects! How could they let them escape? This is a maximum-security facility! No two children could escape a place like that! Houdini couldn't even escape from the facility!
"Find them," he spat," Find them now. They are my best two projects and I cannot afford to lose them!"
"Yes, sir."
With that, he slammed down the receiver. Demetri listened to the dead line that seemed to be louder than the blaring alarms around him. A sigh escaped him.
"Boss! We got one!," yelled a guard over the radio. Demetri tilted his blond head and keyed his radio.
"Which one?"
"Number 937"
"What about 936?"
"Gone sir. Not even a trace. We are lucky we even caught 937."
"Very well. Place 937 in a maximum-security isolation cell. Well, get moving!"
"Yes sir!"
"You should've had them tranquilize her," said Dr. Anna Mednacova from the doorway. She startled him a little and made him cringe.
"Absolutely not," Demetri said immediately," She will be coherent when she is put in that cell and I will have it no other way."
Dr. Mednacova snorted.
"You want to give her another chance to escape, don't you?," she said half-accusingly and the other half out of sarcasm. "Number 937 will take down anyone trying to restrain her. After all, that is what she was programmed to do. The only answer is to sedate her for the time being."
Demetri frowned and furrowed his thick eyebrows at her.
"Don't tell me how to do my job," he hissed, "now if you please, I have a security crisis I need to get back to."
He turned his back to her as a signal that she should leave and she did with a sniff. The sharp clicking of her heels could be heard as she went down the corridor.
Demetri sank down into his chair and propped his feet up.
"Sumashechiya suka," he growled as he lit a cigarette and dragged on it heavily, exhaling the smoke through his nose. He worried about 936 and 937. Unlike the rest of those at the facility especially Dr. Mednacova, he felt for the two girls and truly was sympathetic towards them. He had known them since they had arrived at the facility years ago and had been bowled over by the girl's combined and separate strengths. 936 showed remarkable fighting skill and intelligence. 937 was slightly behind her sister but what she lacked in fighting skills, she made up for in socialization and artistic skills. The pair had been trained early on for hand to hand combat and each showed a separate interest in weapons. 936 preferred pole-arms, guns, and other small, easily concealed weapons while 937 had taken to katanas, blades, knives, and guns as well. He tracked the two of them in a fatherly fashion. At first, his fondness for the girls was light-hearted but deepened to him cementing himself firmly as their father figure. The incident that caused this still made him shudder and it had been caused in part by that sadist, Dr. Mednacova.
Demetri had played a vital role in the girls' escape but didn't give them a cakewalk either. He provided the window of opportunity for their escape and moved security around a little to make it a little easier to get out of the wards. From there, they just had to escape the main wards, get outside and to the vehicle storage where he had left the keys to one of the snowmobiles under the seat. He also stashed some cans of food, a big warm blanket, two full canteens, two extra pairs of snow boots, two sets of snow camouflage BDUs, a first aid kit, and two white rabbit and fox fur cloaks. Demetri was careful to put these items, packed tightly, in one of the side car snowmobiles. The escape was perfect for them. They could disappear into the snow-covered countryside and never be found but hopefully make it to civilization. From there, they were on their own. Demetri as well as most of the staff at the facility lived within its walls and the whole place would be thoroughly combed so there was no point in trying to stash the girls in his quarters until he could safely smuggle them out. That meant that they would have to escape to the frozen wasteland outside which in some respects, he mused, would be far easier than everything they had endured in this hellhole.
~*~~*~ ~*~~*~ ~*~~*~ ~*~~*~ ~*~~*~
The Baron von Livskayakov slammed down the receiver. He was thoroughly pissed. His two best projects had escaped and were loose somewhere either in the facility or in the Siberian tundra. Incompetent fools, he thought, I have invested so much money in those two and the security systems around that damned place! How could this happen?
It was very late and he was in desperate need of sleep. Undoubtedly, he would be up for the next several days to come searching for his two special projects and he needed all the rest he could get. Besides, Demetri was a competent head of security and if anyone could catch them, it would be him. At least, he hoped he could get one of the girls back. Demetri would surely be able to capture one. These thoughts eased his annoyed conscience but not much.
"Bah. I'll deal with it in the morning."
He leaned back to settle into sleep when his cell phone went off with an irritating buzz. Grumbling, he sat up again and answered it.
"Hello?," he snapped.
"Brother-in-law, you needn't be so harsh. It is just me, Boris," the voice on the other side of the phone said. The baron cooled a few degrees.
"My apologies. I am rather stressed at the moment."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Two of my best projects escaped tonight. Number 936 and 937 broke loose a short while ago."
There was a significant pause on Boris' end and then a short gasp.
"You're kidding me? One of my best projects escaped as well."
"What? Which one?"
"Number 13. Kai Hiwatari."
It was the baron's turn to be surprised.
"Kai Hiwatari? That is Voltaire's grandson!"
"Yes, indeed," Boris growled," That brat flew the coop a half-hour ago."
The baron paused to think.
"Three escapes from two separate facilities, hundreds of miles apart, no warning, little communication and all within the same hour. Most peculiar."
"Yes, strange," Boris intoned," We should investigate this further."
"Da Boris," the baron said smoothly," Let us meet in the morning to discuss this. There is something more at work here than what is apparent. This is too big of a coincidence for it to be treated lightly."
"Agreed. I'll see you in the morning. Good night, brother-in-law."
"Goodnight."
The baron hung up and set the cell phone down on the nightstand. The escapes of 936, 937, and 13 had been, well, so close together that one could say that they were synchronized. But, the facilities, he thought, the facilities have minimal contact! The subjects have no means of communication at all. How then, did they escape at about the same time? And for that matter, both facilities have advanced security systems! How did they get around those? Maybe they.
The baron shook his head to clear it.
"No, I'll deal with it in the morning."
With that, he settled down to sleep.
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Kai ran. He ran as fast as his young legs would carry him and so far, they had carried him far away from the Balkov Abbey and even out of Moscow. He had run blindly into the frozen terrain that surrounded Moscow and was now in his second day of escape. He wrapped his tattered coat around him tighter and clenched his chattering teeth together. He was wandering blindly into an oncoming snowstorm and didn't know it. Kai trudged on. The wind was picking up through the trees and his hair was being whipped about his face. He was familiar with the unforgiving so-called Russian winter but growing up in cities and in the Abbey had left him totally unprepared for the wild Russian winter. The wind stung his face with icy needles and sudden gusts kicked up a little snow every now and then. It was decidedly stupid of him to leave the city and head for the wilderness but for some odd reason, he felt little fear of this unknown, yet vicious land.
A chill wracked his body. The sun had set and the temperature was dropping quickly, a fact that his body continually reminded him of. He needed to find a small cave or burrow somewhere to hide in. He was sure that there were caves up in this area and was on the lookout for any trace of one. At this point however, he was ready to take anyplace that was out of the wind and curl up there for the night. He needed some warmth and fast. Instinctively, his fingers nudged the bulge in his coat pocket that was his beyblade, Dranzer. His fingertips, slightly frost-bitten, were warmed through the pocket slightly by his bitbeast. A small smile crossed his face and he exhaled into his hands and rubbed them together to warm them further.
His steps were becoming more and more dogged as his visibility was steadily decreasing with the fading light and gusts of wind. One wrong step and.
It was too late; he felt his right foot slip, the sudden feeling of near weightlessness, and the next thing he knew he was tumbling down the embankment. His hands reached out to grab a root, a branch, a bush, anything to slow his fall. A sharp crack and sudden jolt of pain in his left arm let him know in no uncertain terms, that he was now injured. He winced and pulled that arm close to him, gritting his teeth as he rolled over and over on the injured arm. He felt the terrain even out and the force from his fall send him skidding over a frozen river at the bottom of the embankment. Kai thumped, bumped and skidded his way across the ice, coming to a stop 30 feet or so from the edge of the embankment. For a moment, he lay there, clutching his broken arm and squeezing tears out of his eyes angrily. He shifted his weight and pushed himself up on his good arm, breathing hard. He stretched his good arm out, thunking it on the ice to drag himself to shore.
Bad move. The feeling of his good arm snapping and the sound of crunching and breaking ice barely had time to register before he found himself slipping below the surface of the river. The winter wonderland before him in all it's sparkling beauty and ferocity was rapidly vanishing. The crystalline ice gave way underneath him to the black fluid of the lake, a black heart that beat steadily beneath its innocently sparkling exterior. He threw an arm up and kicked as hard as he could, making a grab for the edge of the ice. The feeling of being encased in ice was nothing compared to the pain that ripped through his broken arm. He threw his head back to scream but the black water rushed into his mouth and he choked. The ice broke away under his arm and he flailed desperately. He had never learned to swim and he was paying dearly for it.
Kai kicked hard for the surface and reached a hand out as though he expected someone to grab it and pull him from the depths that were swallowing him. Panic had encased his brain just as the inky waters encased him in ice. The water started to turn red around him and terrified thoughts shot through his mind. He was alone in the wilderness, bleeding perhaps, definitely injured, and who on earth could possibly be around to help? With a final kick, his hand shot out of the water one last time and was hoping for someone to grab it, though not expecting it to happen at all.
To his surprise, his hand was caught. A hand no bigger than his, one that fit perfectly in his own was pulling on his broken arm, trying to pull him out of the murky depths. The pain in that arm was unbearable and he foolishly tried to scream but succeeded only in letting the river flow into him. He looked up in shock, heard a faint splash, and saw only a shadow outlined in red before he passed out.
[A/N: Aight, I should warn you now that this chapter is going to seem like it should be placed elsewhere in the story once you read the next chapter. I wanted to put this one first to drop some hints, give a little info, etc. The next chapters flow more sequentially and won't seem as out of place. Kai: *cough cough* ::is soaking wet:: Kore: ::throws him a towel:: I almost forgot about you! Kai: How could you forget about me? I'm the star of the story! Kore: I thought we talked about this before I started writing. When I get focused on something, then the rest of the world can go to hell for all I care. Kai: ::~_~*:: You first. Kore: Don't make me turn this into a yaoi lemon between you and Tyson. Read and review, por favor! ^_^ ~~~@]