YO! People! This is actually quite an old story that I stopped doing a while ago…but I'm gonna post it just for you! Aren't I nice? And so you can give me some ideas on how its gonna progress…would be helpful ;p
The town has been rebuilt after the battle with Brooklyn and Tyson. This is set after G Revolutions saga and takes place in the very final battle of Tyson against Kai in the very last episode that has no real ending. (Daichi has bogged off somewhere to train)
The end of an era.
Kai was breathing hard, dark energy still pulsing through him. Battered and bruised he wiped blood from his cheek and looked up. Tyson stood opposite him, pony tailed blue hair whipping about him, a mane in the wind. But this wasn't the Tyson he had ever battled before. After Boris had disappeared Tyson had nothing to fight for; no friends in trouble, no world to save and without this pressure on him Tyson was failing… Kai had always fought for himself while Tyson fought for others …now no others were there. They were both alone by the river, near the bridge; painted gold by the dying sun. The ground around them was a turtles back of craters and ridges the grass singed by the summer heat and relentless Bey-battle. Even now, in the lull, kai could hear the drone of his beyblade whirring on a high mound of dirt. Kai listened. A car passed on the road, blood pounded through his head, heart racing.
He could feel it. The power of Dranzer like a calmly burning flame within him telling him what to do, telling him he was going to win! For once kai thought I am going to do this, Tyson has nothing left! With a yell of effort he summoned dranzer. The phoenix burst out of his blade with an explosion of fire, the world was a blur of red. Kai charged. Sensing an on coming thrust of energy he dived side ways. Tyson's fist whipped past him, their blades mirroring the movement a few feet away. He allowed his momentum to carry him forward into a roll and skidded round into a predator like crouch, ready and waiting for Tyson as he twisted back round for another assault. Tyson's movements appeared to be fast and accurate, as he continued the fight, and to any onlooker, Kai was lucky to dodge them. But both of the competitors knew who really had the upper hand. Tyson was running out of energy fast, the taste of near defeat a bitter cocktail with the blood in his mouth.
He hated losing like this, it seemed so unfair, kai must have cheated, some how, he told himself kai had played foul. He, Tyson had always won… no matter how hard it had been he had always been able to come through. He clenched his fist in fury. But now things had changed. The limitless energy normally coursing through his veins had vanished, only to be replaced with a self centred anger. He shouldn't be losing this! With a cry he summoned Dragoon ready for another attack, His anger getting the better of him, clouding his thoughts, seeing only red. Phoenix and dragon faced one and other. Tyson and Kai stared each other down. Each face hidden in locks of blue or silver as a cold wind rose. Separate thoughts raced through either mind waiting for the other to make their move. The scene froze for a fraction of a second. Tyson charged first, whipping up a vicious whirlwind racing towards his opponent; wind pounded in his ears drowning out his shout. Kai reacted quickly. Flinging his arms out in front of him he created a shield of fire trying to stave off the howling gale. Tyson clawed his way forward, desperate to break through. The wall of flames buckled. Kai roared in frustration. The wind slowly brought him to his knees, braced against the dirt. Bruised clouds had mustered on the horizon. Tyson still had power left. Relenting he leapt into the sky for an aerial assault. A vindictive pleasure exploded through his veins. Coming down from above he had gravity on his side. Using this to his advantage he slowly crushed kais shield into the ground. This new alien feeling of pure power coaxed him on. The ill weather crept forwards. The sunset had faded. Dark clouds converged. A once peached sky had turned a deep iron grey…
Tyson's power seemed to swell as the weather deteriorated. Finally lightning tore the black sky open and a torrent of rain unleashed. The halo of fiery brightness rapidly diminishing in the darkness as kai was pushed further in to the ground that was quickly becoming churned up mud. Every part of his soaking body strained with the effort. Determined not to lose again he braced on his hands and knees the weight of the wind pushed down on him. Images of all the battles he had lost flickered through his mind. His hand slipped in the mud No! Kai clung on, muscles tensed to breaking point. He tried to force himself back up onto his feet. His limbs wouldn't obey. Blinded and numbed by the freezing rain and high winds whipping about him he suddenly realized that he was never going to win like this. The pressure increased. Kai screamed. Above him, muffled by the wind and storm he heard, even as his arms gave way, the sound of laughter piercing shrill through the elements at war around him. Kais body froze rigid in shock the fraction of a second remaining to him filled with shock and anger. Tyson laughing…at him? Kais body gave in. The combined force of fire and wind crashed down. The fire wielder lost consciousness, plummeting into cold depths of darkness.
Leagues into the sky, teetering on the peak of a black mountain, hidden by thick mists and ferocious blizzards, a castle perched like an ominous dark bat. Its ancient crags disguised as the rock itself. Not that any one would be mad enough to come to this part of Russia in the deep of winter. Inside the rooms were lavishly furnished with the finest technology and rarest antiques in a bizarre combo of top of the range, wide screen TV's and priceless Ming vases. Famous and grotesque pictures adorned the walls in every well lit, warm and spacious room. Voltaire sat comfortably in a huge, high backed throne, surveying with icy distaste, the man quivering with excitement in front of him.
Boris had never actually been sent to jail, despite his bid for world domination, he had escaped and managed to earn some redemption in the eyes of the law by attempting to start up BEGA. Although this had failed thanks to the blade breakers, he was never the less willing to carry out his masters plans. Voltaire had made some shady deals and pulled a few strings to avoid a similar fate and was now more dangerous than ever as the world believed him vanquished. Scheming and planning forever going on in the sharp mans mind, he had discovered an interesting invention that had caught his eye while monitoring his grandsons team in their second season (V-Force). He was finally about to hear results of his operation, although he seriously doubted the success rate since Boris was heading the engineers, but the multi millionaire knew the purple haired man had unwavering loyalty. A useful quality to have in this line of work, as any leak in information would have been disastrous. His patience was (for once) rewarded as Boris told him that the engineers had done it and the agent had been inserted successfully at the other end of Tyson's town. No one had noticed a thing. Not that they would, foolish idiots, even when the danger is right on top of them. He smiled smugly to himself. This part had been implemented; the plan could not possibly fail; now all they needed was Tyson... Betrayal is the worst feeling when it happens to you... Knowing this from bitter experience Voltaire had used it as a weapon. The blade breakers would never bother him again, broken up from within. The old man felt no remorse as he thought of his grandson and the fate that awaited him.
The drenched ground shook and rumbled as a great crater was split open by the energy of the combined attack from dragoon and collapse of Kai's shield. Grey torrents of water gushed into it from the river, swollen by the downpour. Tyson leapt down from the tornado, which vanished as he approached the pit. His Beyblade spun quietly beside him as he surveyed the crater, filling relentlessly with murky restless water. The thunder and lightning had ceased. Only the incessant rain continued to fall, creating a misty circle of vision in the already darkened world.
Tyson turned to leave. Normally he would have rushed to help his team mate, but something stopped him. He couldn't bring himself to play the hero again. Anyway Kai would have scorned him for being a fool to think he couldn't handle the situation by himself. Feeling the strange vindictive pleasure surge through him again Tyson continued to walk away. Kai wasn't his problem anymore. The water bubbled; spinning round furiously in its new outlet forming a miniature whirlpool. He watched it for a few seconds over his shoulder, worry now starting to sink in. Suddenly the pool was lit up in a fantastic rich orange glow. Tyson gasped in disbelief; turning to face the water again he called for dragoon to dive straight into it, hoping to catch Kai and Dranzer before they came up. The White blade was swallowed up in the crater now sloshing its dark liquid over the bank. Tyson waited. Seconds passed. The water continued to shine…
Kai was at the bottom of the pool semi conscious in the swirl of utter blackness and shadows of shapes that surrounded him. The water was freezing but Kai didn't feel the cold. He should have been desperate for air, but he was too tired to notice. In a dream like state he had watched through a haze as something broke the surface above him. Dragoon struck down into the floor throwing up a billow of soil in the water around; it was swept away by the twisting current. The Bey-blade spun slowly on the bottom as though weighed down by a tremendous power. Kai suddenly felt a surge of anger towards it and its master. He sensed Dranzer beside him beginning to blaze. He let the anger go. A brilliant light erupted from it. The water fizzled and bubbled furiously. Every thing was lit up in an eerie red colour. Kai saw clearly beyond the debris swirling dizzily round him to the walls of the crater bathed in a surreal glow. He commanded Dranzer to attack and in a burst of bubbles both blades were gone. Kai smiled to himself. He had finally done it!
Back on the surface a small shape flew suddenly out of the shimmering mass, a white speeding bullet. It shot past leaving its mark, a small slash on Tyson's ear. Dragoon clattered down next to him defeated. He stared at it. Covered in the smelly contents of the rivers bed it camouflaged almost perfectly with the boggy ground around him now being spattered with light drizzle. The dark clouds thinned. Tyson continued to stare silently at his Blade. In his shock he had not realized that Kai hadn't emerged from the pool. Nor did he turn as a hideously familiar figure loomed behind him…