Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade in any way. The only characters I own are my OCs. Anything else is coincidental.

Note: This story is another prequel, more of a spin-off and it details the past of my bad OC Pyro. This chapter contains emotional content and I don't wish to upset anyone. If you read ahead, it's your decision so I want no flames or hate comments.

Chapter 2: All Alone

The next morning, the young boy awoke as light slipped through the curtain. He opened his brown eyes then gasped as he remembered his dad would be leaving today. He jumped out of bed and ran to his parents' room.

"Mummy! Daddy!" he shouted as he entered the room.

Natasha awoke with a small groan and rubbed her eyes until the image of her son became less blurry.

"What's wrong, Sweetie?" she asked.

Ivan awoke a moment later and looked at his son then back to his wife.

"I...I was worried Daddy had left already." said the boy as he lowered his head letting black bangs fall in front of his eyes.

"Oh, Precious. Daddy wouldn't go without saying goodbye." said Natasha.

She got out of the bed and walked over to her son and hugged him. He hugged her back then Ivan got up and joined his wife and son in the hug.

"We better get some breakfast. I will have to leave quite soon." he said after a moment.

Natasha nodded and the hug was broken off. The family headed downstairs and had their breakfasts.


Not long later, in the front hall, Ivan put a jacket on over an army uniform and got ready to say his goodbyes.

"Well, I gotta go now. I will be back as soon as I can, Love." he said to his wife.

Natasha nodded. "Stay safe, Ivan." she said and hugged him.

He hugged her back then knelt down to his son's level.

"You're going to be the man of the house while I'm gone, Son. Look after your mother for me, yeah?" he said.

The boy nodded and let tears fall. "I wish you didn't have to go, Daddy." he said and hugged Ivan.

"Aw, Son, I know. I'll be thinking of you and your mum. I promise." Ivan said as he hugged his son back.

"I love you, Daddy." he said as he released his father.

Ivan smiled and opened the front door. "I love you both, so much." he said and gave one last smile before leaving. They waved, and when he was out of sight, Natasha closed the door.

"Come on, Sweetie. Let's get something to do, shall we?" she asked as she looked down at her son who was about to cry again.

"Okay, Mummy." he said then sighed slightly and added "Daddy will come back won't he?"

Natasha gave a slight smile and said "Don't worry, Son." and she stroked his spiky hair gently.

He nodded and they headed into the sitting room to do something to get their minds off of worrying.


A few weeks went by and the little boy was feeling less tense, but missing his father. He was in his room this evening playing with a toy dragon. It had red and orange colouring and was one of his favourite toys. He chuckled to himself as he pretended to make it fly around.

Downstairs, his mother was making a couple of drinks and snacks for her and her son. She hummed to herself as she worked when she heard a knock on the door. She looked up and went to answer it. There was a man there in an army uniform, looking like he really didn't want to be here to do what he had to do.

"Good evening." Natasha said as she faced the man, unsure and feeling worry in her heart.

"Evening, Madam. You are the wife of the soldier known as..." he started and looked at a list, sighing at the lack of a surname, but continued. "...Ivan are you not?"

Natasha nodded, feeling more fear and worry now.

"I am very sorry to inform you, Ma'am, but I'm afraid Ivan has been killed in action." said the man slowly.

Natasha gasped and felt tears in her eyes as it sunk in.

"He's...he's gone..." she stuttered.

"I'm so sorry, Ma'am." said the man and turned to walk away back to his transport and leave.

Natasha closed the door slowly. She walked to the living room and shakily sat down on the sofa and rested her head in her hands.

"Oh Ivan, why? Why?!..." she exclaimed to herself and she let her tears fall and they slid down her cheeks.

Upstairs, the boy had heard the door open, but nothing that had been said. He listened carefully and thought he could hear sobs so he headed downstairs and slowly entered the living room. He kept his toy clutched to his chest.

"Mummy, what's wrong?" he asked quietly as he came up to her.

She looked down at him and tried to dry her eyes.

"Son, I..." she started, but she didn't know how to tell him so stopped.

"Mum?" he asked.

She picked him up and sat him on her lap gently.

"We have had some bad news, Sweetie..." she said slowly.

His eyes showed fear and worry as his mother's tears started to fall again.

"Mummy, is it about Daddy?" he asked.

Her tears fell more and she nodded. "Son, Daddy won't be coming...home again." she said.

His eyes filled with tears and asked "Why, Mum? What's wrong with Daddy? Is he ill?"

She shook her head. "I'm afraid...your father has passed on, Love. Remember the stories of heaven I told you?" she said.

He nodded, but the tears fell as he could partly guess about his father now.

"Your Daddy is in heaven now..." she said slowly.

His tears fell even more and he hugged his mother tightly as he cried out "Daddy! No, Daddy!"

She stroked his hair and back to try and comfort him as her own tears fell again too.


About a week or so later, things hadn't improved much. Natasha had been crying nearly every day and she let herself go. Her son missed his dad obviously, but still didn't understand it the same way his mum did.

"I can't believe you left us, Ivan. I loved you so much...I still do." she said to herself and closed her eyes again as more tears fell.

She suddenly gasped as a pain shot across her head. She shook it off and went to get a drink, but she walked unsteadily and before she reached the kitchen, she felt a similar pain strike her chest and collapsed to her knees with one hand against the wall.

"What's...happening?" she asked herself as she held her other hand over her heart.

Her heartbeat was fast, but was slowing steadily. She felt faint and her eyelids started to drop. A moment later she fell flat against the floor unconscious.

Upstairs, the dual haired boy heard the small thud and came downstairs. He saw his mother on the floor and screamed a piercing scream.

"Mother! Mum!" he shouted. He opened the front door with difficulty and screamed for help. "Help! Please, someone help!" but to no avail. No one came or no one cared.

He ran back inside and knelt next to his mother's body. He couldn't tell if she was breathing or not, but being young he assumed the worst.

"Mum...no, Mum!!" he screamed again and lay himself on her body, crying his eyes out.

He was now alone...three years old and alone...in the big wide world...how would he survive now?...