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Hilary's eyes shifted to that of the group of people staring at Kai, Boris, and the uninvolved victims, tied up near him, restrained at gunpoint, of course. What the hell did they think they were doing? They had no idea what they were getting into. Hilary had seen Boris only for the Justice 5 Tournament, and she really didn't know what the heck he had to do with Kai's past, other than what Ray had told her was 'something you just didn't talk about.'

"Little Hilary, it's so nice to see you," Boris said, smirking deviously. He was in a good mood, as he would check, every so often, to see that things were how they liked. "I'm sure you're very curious about why Kai has any kind of relation with me, at such an odd time." The older man smiled like a cat, his eyes gleaming with such a sense of bloodlust that made the group behind her cringe. She was used to that smile, though she did admit she felt sick looking at it. "You see," He said gently, "I did not will him to come here. He came of his own accord, and took Mr. Dedra's parents."

"What'dya want with my rents?" Robert yelled, anger and confusion welling up inside of him. The rest of the team, plus Hilary agreed, but Hilary knew what Boris wanted, it was what he always wanted.

"You can't have the sacred bit beasts," She said angrily.

"We already have one," Boris said, holding up a blazing blue beyblade, with a center that shimmered the color red.

Hilary was fed up. If Kai wasn't using Dranzer, he was using someone else's bit-beasty-thingy. And that just didn't fit Kai's persona. "What the hell did you do to him?" She screamed. "What beyblade is he using?"

"I'll show you," Boris said, smirking. "Kai!" He called and the Russian's body straightened. He recalled his beyblade and sauntered over to the group, so that he was facing Hilary, with Boris to his right, and the captives below Boris, who stood upon a large platform of an old railcar, unused by the abandoned steel plant.

"What?"

Kai's edginess was too angry to be his usual. Something had him angry, but his cocky smile seemed to reassure that he was cool and still Kai. "Miss Tachibana wishes to see your beyblade," Boris sneered. "Why don't you-"

"Hilary, we're coming!"

Without waiting for Boris to finish, Kai's beyblade was launched toward her with deadly intent.

Of course, no one expected Hilary to retalliate with a beyblade of her own-

Especially not her team mates, who stood to her right and Kai's left, having just arrived.

"Dude, he just tried to kill Hilary!" Kolin yelled, growing defensive. "I thought you said beyblading was good for the soul, not some kind of maffia-let's-try-not-to-get-killed thing!"

Hilary smirked. "It usually is, but not when your team's the champions of the world. We're the lucky ones, we get the good drama." Her silver beyblade gleamed in the early January sun. "Let's do it, Dreka!"

There was no time spared. Kai's initial surprise- and Boris's, lest we forget the evil guy- was forgotten as the black beyblade he was using moved in for the kill yet again. Hilary winced in pain, this bit beast was powerful, but it was not the real Dranzer, so she had faith she could dismantle it. Eventually, she added, feeling the icy wind whip at her.

"You're using Black Dranzer, aren't you?" Ray asked him.

Boris nodded, Kai made no effort to respond. "Volcano Vortex!" He called, and a black bird emerged from the beyblade with a piercing cry.

"Hey guys," Dedra said, looking at the Bladebreakers, "Where's Erin?"

"She said she was with you," Max said sheepishly. "We don't know."

Nick moved over, so he was on the left of Rob, who stood next to Kolin. These guys were the champs, weren't they? "Why don't one of you step in? Hilary's no pro-"

"Shut it Nick," Hilary said, looking to her own team mates, while keeping an eye peeled on her competitor. "You guys stay out of it. Besides, they don't have beyblades, Kenny's been working on them. So I'm all we've got."

"Shit," Tyson swore. Kolin glared and he shut up quickly.

"God, Erin," Kolin muttered quietly, "What the fuck are you doing?"

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x(Erin)x

My hands are shaking. That's normal, right?

The adrenaline is leaking into my system like an iv, and I'm about ready to explode. But that's also to be expected. The guys said that none of them had Beyblades, so they were pretty much screwed, with the exception of two trump cards, me and Hilary. And I know it's not proper English. I'm French, so suck it.

The cars around me are driving way too slow, and I know people are going to be pissed with me tonight. It's almost the end of the Holiday break, and we're already getting ourselves into trouble. Usually that's only when Kolin or I get pissed and take a shot that goes the wrong way and hit the cop car stationed at the end of the road by the main route.

I'm really screwed, right about now. First of all, eh, I'm in no way, shape, or form, even close to Kai's standard of blading, secondly, I DON'T BEYBLADE PROFESSIONALLY, and thirdly, THE TEAM IS GOING TO FLIP. Like as in flip shit. Oh, you're aware? Thanks for the support.

The fact that I had anything to do with that abbey was supposed to say a secret with me until the grave. Only Mom, Dad, and Petar had known, and I have a feeling the rest of our little group is about to find out.

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By the time she showed up on the sight of the old steel plant, she could see the smoke rising up in a color that was way too dark. She realized, in horror, that it wasn't just smoke.

Black fire.

She saw another light, one that was a whitish orange, rich and honorable, rise up, but get smothered by black. Things were going bad, and she knew it. Erin jumped out of the car, slapping her shoes against the pavement. Her timing had to be perfect. Swift, meaningful, and useful, just to say the least.

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Had she not been totally tied up, she would've admired the surroundings. Not. Asbestos posioning, here they came. This place was a wreck. There were concrete blocks, abandoned railcars, some with supplies still in them, others with rats and other... creatures in them. Boris thought he looked like he had control over them. He looked like a sewer king, from Hilary's point of view. The rail car was covered in graffiti, smelled putrid- or maybe that was just Boris, who knew- and it looked like it was ready to collapse.

They were pretty close to the road, Route Five, but far enough away so that no smoke came onto the road. They were closer to the collapsing buildings of the old plant, and the hard metals that lay dormant inside. Behind them, the windmills spun in what felt like excitement of the battle, but ended up being a disadvantage. If they were spinning, the wind was picking up. And Hilary was not good with the wind, espeically now that it brought the smoke toward her.

Hilary caughed for a little while, though she couldn't see much through the smoke. It was too dark to even see the sun. Her eyes could barely make out Kai's outline, much less anything else. "Shit," she said, willing her blade to spin faster. It did, forming a vortex. The vortex sucked up the smoke, but the situation was more dire when it was clear. Now she knew what the guys felt like when fighting a really important world saving fight. This was difficult.

No, this fucking sucks!

"Come on, Black Dranzer!" Kai called. This was the first time Hilary had been able to see his eyes. He was definitely not himself, as his eyes were clouded over, a flat gray being the resident color at the moment, instead of the pewter with hints of amethyst when he was especially moved.

She dropped face down as black flames surrounded her. She could barely hear the voices of her friends, calling out to both Kai and herself, trying to keep her own lights alive, to keep her strong. She had no idea how Tyson did it. The encouragement thing, yeah, it didn't work when there was a black phoenix before you ready to devour your soul.

"What?" Kai asked, a lopsided smirk on his face. Hilary totally knew he had lost it. "You ready to throw in the towel girly?"

Hilary was disgusted. 'Girly?' What the hell did they do to her Kai... Erm she meant their. Thank the powers that be that she didn't say that one aloud. "Do you even know who I am?" She asked, trying to get back on her feet, but to no avail.

"No, and I don't really care." He paused. "I'm sure you'll tell me though."

Hilary gripped her launcher angrily, growling. This was not working! She heard rob calling her from behind "Come on, Hil, get up!" She kept trying, but she felt like she was being weighed down by Kai's ungodly power. She'd hate to see what happened when Kai was facing her with Dranzer. Really.

From out of nowhere, a second beyblade made its grand debut, as smoke recovered the area. A voice was heard. Everyone recognized it. It was Erin's. Of course, Kai 'didn't know and didn't care,' as per usual.

"So," Erin said, slipping her launcher behind her back, through a belt loop, "You don't know who the hell you're fighting?"

"I thought we went through this," He said angrily.

"We did," Hilary said, standing with help from the smoke shielded Erin. Erin let Hilary stand behind her, so that he didn't know what the hell was going on.

"Recall your blade," Erin said to her quietly. "Take a chill pill for like five minutes and then, eh, you can have my spot. I'll soften him up, but I can't beat him." Hilary was surprised. Erin's 'I can do anything' attitude was apparently taking a vacation. What did she mean she couldn't beat Kai? If she couldn't, then how was Hilary. Hilary was taught by this girl!

Hilary nodded and recalled Dreka. "Well?" Kai asked. "We going to finish this?"

Erin laughed. Apparently he hadn't noticed the difference between opponents. "We haven't even begun."

The smoke cleared instantly with the help of some icy winds, curtesy of her beyblade. Of course, that revealed her, rather than Hilary, who scurried back to her team mates.

"Erin!" Kolin yelled. He then stopped. "What the hell are you wearing?" He asked.

Erin looked down at her black boots, heeled, of course, that rose to her knees, completed with dark jeans and a black shirt, longsleeve, and a black, tight leather jacket. She looked to Kai, closed her eyes, and let the wind rip past them. She looked nasty, and that made her happy. The weather was starting to get bad too.

"Attack me," Erin called to Kai. "I dare you."

"You should know that I always take challenges."

"Oh should I?" She laughed. "So do I, that's why I decided to teach your pitiful ass how to beyblade." she said, looking up to Boris. Her hair was caught blowing away from the man, with some strands in her face, and some not. "How's it kickin', old man?"

"Erin," he said, in a malicious tone, smile present on his features. "I thought I might draw you out. Robert's parents said that their son's friend knew the world champions. I thought it might've been you, so I thought I'd see how you've come along since you ran away all those years ago."

"This isn't a game, Balkov."

He rolled his eyes. "Haven't you come up with any new lines? Or have you moved on? Let me tell you something, Miss Solieux, you will never escape your previous life. You, just like Kai, will always draw your chains to me. But don't worry Erin, I can erase your memories. You saw how well Kai took it-"

"Erin?" Kai mimiced, confused. His eyes cleared for all of a second before they hazed over again.

"Your all-knowing-ness is too much for me, I swear." She ravaged his beyblade with a series of precision attacks, before she knew her blade was about to go to pieces.

"You're done," Kai said snottily, inhaling deeply. "Black Dranzer, black inferno!"

"Do it," Erin called, as her beyblade went left, toward Boris, leaving her out in the open.

"ERIN!" Robert called, in sheer horror. Two girls, fighting for his rents. This one had more of a connection, obviously. But it wasn't like she wasn't still on their team. Erin's past meant nothing to them. It was the presesnt they were concerned about. Kolin's scream was not far behind. The rest of the group looked shell-shocked at this. Erin really was getting her ass kicked, but what the hell was with her beyblade? The battle was right in front of it!

Powder blue hit the space between Boris's thumb and pinkie, enough space to free the blade contained in his hand. Erin dived toward it, catching it, as her own beyblade became ash as it returned to try and counter the attack.

Of course, Erin hit the dirt, as she was already covered in soot, smoke, and cuts from Kai's attacks. Rob's parents cringed, and Hilary of course, did the only thing she could.

"Let it rip!"

The silver blade moved so fast no one had even seen it, until Kai's Black Dranzer was sent smoking into Boris's platform, knocking him on top of the security guard below with the gun, causing him to shoot it into the air, and the smoke to give Erin and Rob enough time to get to his parents and free them. Erin armed herself with Dranzer just in case it was necessary.

It wasn't however, as Hilary kept Kai tied up. His beyblade began to spin faster, but Hilary was smarter this time. "Spinning Light!" She called, as a bright vortex appeared again. Kai's eyes widened in relization but Black Dranzer began its assault again, attacking the silver blade at untold speeds.

"Hilary?" He asked, staring at her, mouth hanging open, and eyes wide.

She laughed. "It's about time, Sourpuss," she said, smiling as Tyson and the crew cheered. Kai was back.

But, so was Black Dranzer, for the next assault. "Oh no you don't, " Hilary said. "Dreka, finish this bird up."

Her beast was finally revealed, to be a simple, golden eagle, with a long feather atop its head, and piercing ruby eyes. It suited her, as it swooped down magnificently, piercing through the center of Black Dranzer. The latter cried out in terror, but stood no more, as the bit chip cracked into millions of pieces before the blade itself turned to dust.

Hilary cheered in excitement, rushing over to Kai, to give him a huge hug, which he akwardly returned, before becoming limp on top of her. She smiled down at him. It was so good to have him back.

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x(Kolin)x

Some of the details after Hilary's insane victory are irrelevant. Boris and company got arrested, the Dedra's reunited, the cops, some Dickenson guy, yada, yada, yada. We went back to Erin's house, as Hilary's mom would freak if any more of the 'top-spinny-evil' was brought back into the household.

As much as Erin wasn't phased by Boris being there, neither was the rest of her family. Which pisses me off. How the hell does she know about all this shit? She's a hockey player, not a blader, right?

This is pissing me off. She's not talking either. And that's not really a good sign. When she called her parents on the way home, they were concerned. Her father, upon us walking into the door, pointed Tyson and Ray, who carried Kai up to Erin's room, and proceeded to hug Erin as if she had just survived the worst situation ever. I mean, it was bad, but not really bad. We had it under control.

God, what the hell is going to happen now?

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Erin walked quietly over to Kolin, slipping past the sleeping bodies of Max, Ray, Daichi, Kenny, and Hilary, leaving Tyson to his second dinner, and the television of her room. Kolin looked out the window on the far side, staring out into the falling snow.

"We need to talk," she said seriously, moreso than she had ever been before.

Kolin looked at her, raising his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah, this is really important."

Erin's lack of confidence shown through at that moment and Kolin immediately recognized something as being wrong. He slung an arm around her, standing up and guiding her out of the room and to the livingroom downstairs, which was currently vacant, with their sleeping bags as the exception. They'd camp out downstairs for the night.

"Okay," he said, leaning back on the couch, "Shoot."

She twirled her hair between her fingers. "You probably want to know how I know, right?"

"Yeah."

She sighed. "Can- can you call the rest of the guys over? They should probably hear this too."

Kolin stared at her. His 'girl' sense was tingling "Are you going to-"

"Just- just call them, okay?"

"Erin Solieux, look at me."

"Kolin-" she whined, trying really hard, not to look at him. "Please," she whispered.

He wouldn't have it, instead grabbing her, pulling her down onto the couch. She sat next to him, refusing to look his direction. That wasn't going to work either. Kolin brought his hands to the sides of her face, making the collision of his hands and the tears spilling from them faster.

"Eri," he said quietly, "Look at me." He turned her head towards him and wiped away her tears. "What was that all about? You told the guys you were with our team. Then you show up looking like some badass beyblader and you're all of a sudden in with Boris Balkov? What the hell?"

Erin sighed. "You should really call the team," she whispered.

"No. I should really get some answers, that's what I should get."

She sighed again. "Okay," she said finally, looking at him with tears brimming in her eyes. "I- I was born in Canada, like I said, raised for the first few years of my life there, then I went to Russia. My parents are my original ones, and all that jazz," she said quietly, looking to him, searching his eyes for a glimmer of understanding. He didn't seem to get it. "You- you know, um, that, um-"

"Calm down," Kolin said, registering her slight panic. "We've got all night."

She leaned back into the soft material of the couch. "You know the championships a few years ago, the ones with Boris that I made you watch?" Kolin nodded. "You know that Abbey they talked about?" He nodded again. "I- I-"

"You were there, weren't you?"

She nodded frantically. "My parents, eh, were forced into it. Um, we didn't want- they would've killed us all if they didn't put me in. Petar was no good at blading- they would've killed him. I, um, I, I could. I taught Kai-"

"You what?"

She broke out into fresh tears. "I just don't want you to hate me," she said through her tears. Kolin cursed in his head. Great, she was a girl, here came the theatrics and the dramatics and all that shit. "That's why I buried that part of me when we came here. I couldn't even skate. I wanted to start over, um, to be new, eh? I knew when you said he had Dedra's rents, eh, that he, eh, found out I was here. He'd want me to fight for his side again. I- uh, I can't do that. I know I'm no good at blading anymore. I don't want to beyblade anymore; eh, Hockey is, eh, my, my-"

"Life," Kolin finished for her. She nodded at him again, rapidly. "God, what the hell did they do to you?"

"You don't want to know."

He wiped her eyes again, pulling her into him for a tight hug. She tried to stop her crying, which was working surprisingly. In any other case, it probably wouldn't have. She laughed lightly. "Wow, I'm being such a wimp, eh?"

"No, eh, you're just fine," he said, mocking her.

She smiled, and he sighed in relief. "Stop, eh."

Kolin grew serious for a moment. "You don't have to tell them," He said gently. "The team. I'll do it."

"Will you, eh?"

"Yep."

She leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Um, thanks. But I think I, um, have to do it. It's really difficult, but I went through it, I should explain it. Right, eh?"

"Right." He reached over and began tickling her, until she was ready to cry. Again. "Yeah, yeah, quit the girly antics. I've never seen you have so many curves before, as you did in that outfit."

She laughed, moving his hands from off her stomach. She had changed into a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, of the Buffalo Sabres variety. "Shocking, eh? I'm a girl."

"You look good like that."

"Thanks."

He nodded. "Now let's go get food before Tyson needs his third dinner."

There was a thud from the top of the stairs in the corner of the room. "You mean I can have a third one? Move out of the way!" The champ began trucking down the stairs.

"Shit, um, run, Kolin, run! I want dinner!"

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04-09-07: Everything here and previous has been edited. Thanks to Nubia who brought up some excellent points. Hope this is a bit better.