(The prince has returned after such a long absence. I beg forgiveness. Now I've been spending my entire time pondering knew scenarios and of course I got a bloody block that I just couldn't seem to break from, but that's over and done. Now let's get this story going again!)

Rise of the Beasts

Chapter 4: Nikita

~We apologize for the inconvience. Flight six to Japan will be delayed due to the storm. I repeat…~

Robert Jurgen gazed out the large lobby window at the storm outside; he was completely lost in thought on why he was here. He knew why he was in the predicament he was in but he didn't know why he was actually heading to Japan. He sighed softly so only he could hear his displeasure then turned to Johnny who was glaring hard at Enrique.

"Most unfortunate, don't you agree?"

"Yup it blows alright and whose fault is that?" Johnny narrowed his eyes at Enrique who in return shun a rather nervous grin.

"Yes. Perhaps it would be proper to leave the man who the blame falls on behind." Robert also turned his agitation to the uncomfortable blonde. Enrique starred down at his shoes then turned a pitiful puppy dog face move on Robert. "Don't you dare try that card on me! You know good and well that it is most defently your fault we are stuck here."

"He's right Blondie. If it weren't for your stupidity we would be in Japan right about now." Johnny added on to pressure the defenseless blonde.

"But I was only thinking of you Robert."

"Me? What for?"

"Oh boy. You didn't tell him why you booked this peasant flight? You really are a dumb blonde. You're the definition of blonde. You're the reason why that stereotype began!" With that said Johnny scoffed off to a seat away from the others. He didn't really want to be there when Robert busted out his held dormant anger when he was told the truth. On cue Robert turned a sharp glare at Enrique demanding for him to explain himself.

"Well you….. I booked the flight because I thought you might find a girlfriend on the plane. We always use our private jets and you don't get to mingle with the ladies."

"He also hoped you would get laid thus being more happy." Johnny once again threw in his two bits in hopes of seeing the blonde murdered.

"What!" Robert was most definitely enraged.

"Uh… sorry?"

"They seem like complete idiots. The three stooges really."

"True. Perhaps I made a slight mistake in this one."

"Maybe not. You've never been wrong with your prophecies before. You have to be right Nikita."

"Yes. But if I'm not then I'll kill him."

Robert propped himself up on a wall in the hall away from his team mates. He'd gotten upset with Enrique many times in the past but this one stunt seemed to really get under his skin. He wasn't always angry like everyone claimed him to be and even if he was a woman would not be the prime solution. Robert rubbed his temples and glared at the ground he stood on then noticed a small red ball rolling towards him. The ball seized rolling when it collided with his boot toe. Robert bent down and picked up the red rubber ball, he examined it and turned it in is hand.

"Um mister?"

Robert turned his attention to a small boy with long black hair who starred up at him with such deep brown eyes. The boy shot his eyes from the ball to Robert a few times till the German understood what was happening here.

"Is this yours?"

The boy simply took the ball and started on his way but paused to look back at Robert. "Your going to die mister. Nikita wont let you live. She hates those who sore above." Robert was completely taken aback and shaken by the boy's words. He'd heard that name 'Nikita' some where before but where? He couldn't remember.

Back in Japan.

Tyson sat dumbfounded, Hillary repeatedly said how unreal they were; Daichi continuously tried to grab them but would get his hand swatted away, and grandpa merely starred with question at the wolf ears that replaced Tala's human ones. He was by far the most irritated looking Russian wolf dude in all of Japan.

On the other hand Bryan was enjoying every moment. To spice things up a bit he decided that extending one of his wings would prove worthy of excreting another eye buster.

Sure enough when he did so the Japs eyes widened more and they all gasped at once. Bryan hollered with laughter and nudged Tala in the arm just to get a murderous glare from him.

"Enough Bryan! Sit your ass down now!" Tala growled and bore his fangs at Bryan.

Bryan pulled to the side and starred at Tala "Sorry."

"Back to the matter at hand. Tyson have you heard of the hidden prophecy of the beast? It's a prophecy that determines the chosen ones from each country. The chosen ones to fight as leaders of the up coming war of the living. So far the prophecy has stated who the chosen ones are."

"Who are they?" Tyson turned serious with a slight glare on his usual calm face.

"From Japan, you of course. That was not hard to believe. From America, Max Tate. China, Rei Kon. Europe is that pompous fool Robert Gurgen and I for Russia."

"That one wasn't hard to believe either." Bryan chuckled as he crossed his muscular arms. "Tala is the perfect leader after all."

"Wrong!" Tala snarled at Bryan with animalistic rage. "I shouldn't have been the chosen one! Nakita should have."

Bryan glared hard at Tala then shook his head. "She could never be the leader you are." Bryan mumbled some Russian then turned back to Tala, glare still in tacked. "She's nothing compared to you."

"For the love of God Bryan!" Tala rubbed his temples painfully. "Anyway. I have to tell you Tyson that it is not guaranteed that they will be alive."

"WHAT! How can you say that? Of course they will. What would make you think that they won't be alive?"

Tala lowered his head and snickered some. "Because weaker bladers who have 'Miraculously' already turned are seeking out bladers that they know are strong. Once they find them they will kill them. That rids the world of one strong blader before they grow even stronger with the transformation."

"Or like you saw with that little shit from before. The basterds behind the war to come have sent those already turned to eliminate the ones standing in their way. Fucking cowards."

"True. Like Bryan said, those behind the war know who the chosen ones are. So some of the others could already be dead or captured, but most likely dead. Cant risk them escaping or being rescued"

Tyson was shocked and a bit angered on how blunt and calm the Russians sounded while talking about his closest friends possibly being dead.

"So how does Big Guy here change like you guys did?" Daichi asked.

"Well the transformation comes natural or so I've seen. You on the other hand will be forced to turn. As soon as Nikita gets here with the Majestics she will assist you."

"Nikita? You've mentioned her twice now. Who is she?" Hillary asked with wonder. She thought this name sounded so beautiful.

"Nikita. She is…. Well you'll find out soon enough."

Robert starred at the boy with utter shock and, oddly to say, fear. What sort of child actually went around telling people that they were going to die? What was with this child anyway?

The small boy continued eyeballing Robert then approached him again. "Come with me mister." The boy took Robert by the index finger and pointer finger and began to lead him away. Robert wasn't sure but maybe this kid will lead him to Nikita, this woman of mystery.

"Well Blondie, you went and pissed him off this time didn't you?" Johnny jabbed Enrique in the side with his elbow and snickered at Enrique's plain to see screw-up.

"I was trying to help him! I mean he's so stiff all the time, I merely thought if he mingled with some girls he'd feel better and loosen up."

"You mean sex right?" Johnny raised an eyebrow.

"Well I'm sure that would he-… HEY!" Enrique shot up from his seat and pointed to Robert who was passing by with a small boy. "Robert where are you going?"

"I think this child knows Nikita."

"Are you sure?" Johnny also stood.

"Yes. Come on."

Johnny and Enrique gave each other a questing glance. They distinctly remember reading in the letter that was sent to each of them from Tala that they should be aware of people they did not know.

"We better follow him." Johnny suggested.

Soon Robert was let go and stood among a group of darkly dressed people in hooded coats. They all looked like men except one that approached Robert rapidly. "Are you Robert Gurgen of Germany?" It was a female's voice that was so full of ice that it froze Robert in place and only allowed him to slowly nod. The women smirked and removed her hood with the three other men following her act. To Robert's astonishment they all had some sort of animal ears replacing what should have been human ones. "I am Nikita and this is the Siberian wolf pack."