VelvetSoulPanda- For some reason, I've been having issues with fanfiction's emailing system. Usually when you put up a new chapter, you get an email notification that it's been processed. I didn't get that, or any emails from reviews. I panicked and thought you guys all suddenly bailed on me xDx I cried a little inside when I checked the Beyblade story archives and saw that the new chapter had indeed gone through, was on the first page, and had a few more reviews. (insert pathetic troll-face of weeping joy here TwT) I've sent a message to the support board and hopefully a reply comes through soon :]

On the reviewer note, I thank each and every one of you again for the support, constructive criticisms, and self-confidence to keep me writing this story. You guys have no idea how happy I am to read them.

On a different random note, to the reader Hirurg who sent me a tweet…I peed myself a little out of sheer joy :D I've always wanted a twitter stalker! (glomps)

Anyways, onto the next chapter! Before we return to smiles and fun and games and more insanity with the Demolition Boys…we have this. There's a fair amount of content up next, so I had to split this chapter into two halves. Don't say I didn't warn ya!

Summary:.. A spontaneous invitation to spend a week in Russian with Kai makes Tyson determined to uncover what makes his team captain tick. However what Tyson bites off is more than he might be able to chew, and more is on the line now than just dirty little secrets. [Yaoi]

Genres:.. This story falls under the following categories- Humor/Romance

Disclaimer:.. VelvetSoulPanda does not own Beyblade or any other commercial/marketing references that may appear throughout the story. WARNING: Yaoi fanfiction. If it's something you're against than please, don't make a big deal about it? Just go back to the story selection page and pick something else.

Beta Reader:..None (I've gotten two offers and intend to give you guys an answer as of this chapter!)


Real Life Nightmares (Part I)


At nearly midnight, the streets of St. Petersburg were significantly quieter than they were during daylight hours, especially given the fact that it was a weeknight. Were it not for school vacation, the Demolition Boys still wouldn't be out at this hour. Yes, despite it being difficult to believe, each one of the former world champion Beybladers had taken up going back to public schools after being freed from Biovolt. Their parents protested it, their therapists protested it—hell, even the police investigating the Biovolt case were against the boys returning to such an open social environment so shortly after leaving the criminal organization they were prisoners of. Yet all their pleas of waiting a year fell on deaf ears. They couldn't fathom why the Demolition Boys were so keen on re-entering the society normal for their age just a month after the world tournament to which they lost their title as world champions.

The Russian bladers doubted that anyone would ever figure it out, but a certain dual-blue haired friend of theirs was the one who set the example for them. Sometimes the best cure for a problem is to let it go and try to move on. Letting go, they knew, was more than likely impossible. What they lived through in Biovolt was as ingrained into their memories as the numerical tattoos of concentration camp victims. Yet, just like the phoenix in the Bladebreakers, living with normal kids eased the pain and tension of transitioning.

The snow had begun to fall a little over thirty minutes ago, just when they'd started their itineraries home. The Demolition Boys all piled into Bryan's SUV for rides home: Spencer was the only other teen licensed in the car, but since he'd driven to the carnival with his sister and the adult clearly wasn't planning on returning home with her boyfriend anytime soon, the dirty blonde took a lift from his teammate. Ian had driven to the temporary amusement park with the falcon and his younger brother anyway, so Bryan didn't mind giving him a lift home either. He was going to go home with Spencer, but, y'know…the guy's sister had a booty call to attend to, so they couldn't protest it.

Besides, they all agreed that if any of them were in Gavriil's—the boyfriend's—shoes, they'd hate if someone made Inna—Spencer's sister—leave. Spencer despised when they ragged on him about it, but Inna was hot.

As for Tala, he'd gone to the event with his little twin sisters via public transportation and was intent on returning home in the same fashion. Bryan wouldn't hear excuses and loaded the little girls into his car. They were practically asleep from exhaust; no way was Tala going to manage to get them back home like that by himself.

"Hey guys, did you know it was gonna snow tonight?" Ian asked, talking over the three sleeping children in the middle seat of the SUV to the Russian teens in the driver and passenger seat. Bryan replied with a curt, wordless nod.

"Enough snow to bury you in it." Spencer joked with the purple-haired teen that was an ant in height compared to him. Ian glared at the dirty blonde that snickered and elbowed him in the side. "Don't you ever pay attention to the news when you watch it?"

"I haven't watched the news lately. Not a lot of it anyway. I've been trying to understand what makes the general public so hooked on this stuff called 'reality TV.' I've been watching it for the past month." Ian explained to his best friend. "There's this thing broadcasted on an American channel on satellite called Jersey Shore…fucking ridicu—."

"Ian, watch your language you dumbass." Bryan sneered, making an obligatory stop at a four-way intersection before turning right. "There are kids in the car." He scolded, glaring for a brief moment from the rear view mirror.

"They're asleep!" The teen argued back only to be hissed at again to keep quiet. "Why do you get away with swearing then?"

"My car, my rules."

"It's your mom's car, not yours. She hasn't given it to you yet."

"Right, so Kuznetsov car, Kuznetsov rules. Shut the hell up with the swears." The lavender-haired boy said again. He smirked to himself when Ian muttered about the falcon being a hypocrite. A lot of people, even his mother, thought he didn't bother with censoring himself or others around his little brother, or children for that matter. He did care. The driver glanced over to Tala, sitting beside him, staring out into the sleeping streets with a pensive gaze.

"Green light, Bryan." The redhead told him. He stared long enough to lose his focus on the task at hand: driving. They drove for another ten minutes listening to Ian tell them about mind-rotting powers of reality TV giving examples of the Jersey Shore series he spoke of until he pulled up in front of Spencer's house. By then, he'd noted that the snow was starting to come down significantly harder. He also made a note to never watch reality TV. From what Ian described, it's like a train wreck of needless drama—half a year's worth of drama crammed into every thirty minutes or hour of the program. From what he could also tell, much like a train wreck, you also can't seem to stop watching it. For someone who was only researching it, Ian seems to care a little too much about taking participants sides. Figures…he would get himself roped into a stupid TV show.

"Yo Spence, you think your parents would mind if I crashed here for the night? My dad's probably out drinking with his girlfriend and I don't feel like going to my mom's place. She'd probably yell at me for showing up so late." Ian asked, getting a 'sure, why not' in reply. He grinned and started hopping out of the car after Spencer, waving the duo in the front seats goodbye.

"Guys, we should go up the mountain tomorrow Zorba balling. We can take sleds up too and spend the day there." Spencer suggested to the falcon and the wolf. "It's probably the last large amount of snow we'll be getting for a while. We can take Kai, Dimitri, and Mr. Hot-Shot world champion too. You up for it?" Ian nodded vociferously at the idea, approving it to no end. Bryan nodded, mentioning that he and Viktor hadn't used the Zorba ball in a while and that he's game with the idea. Tala nodded in agreement, but his mind was still wandering. "Sweet, catch you guys tomorrow morning, then. Goodnight!"

"See ya later!" Ian waved off again, shutting the door as quietly as he could to not disturb the kids. Bryan waited until both teens had opened the front door and headed inside before pulling away. Next stop was Tala's place.

"You're thinking about Kai, aren't you?" The lavender-haired teen asked, even though he knew the answer. Judging from expression, he didn't pull the redhead out of his reverie, but he got him talking.

"Not just Kai, everything..." Tala started, checking his phone for messages. "Our parents are in France for Voltaire's trial this week. I know it's not the definitive answer for his fate, but whatever happens there as of today is going to affect Kai the most out of all of us. I thought…I don't know, I thought he'd be showing some sort of reaction from it, but he's even more locked up than ever." He explains. Bryan immediately caught on to the blue-eyed teen's frustration of thought logic. Tala laughed once sarcastically, forced, "And then, for some reason…for some unfathomable reason, he brought that brat Tyson here with him."

Bryan's expression and posture exuded indifference save for one thing: the intrigue his eyes betrayed. He raised an eyebrow at the irritation that started to radiate from the teen beside him, making a turn onto a main avenue. "I get it that you're surprised, but it's not that improbable of Kai to have brought him here. The better question is why he still hangs out with the Bladebreakers. He has no reason to stay with them anymore."

"No, Bryan, it's not just that. Right now it's why he decided to bring one of them up here now, in what's probably the most important week of his life to date. It's like…it's like he doesn't even care!" Tala growled, his free hand balling into a fist while his other hand gripped his cell phone tighter. "Kai's fate hangs in the balance with Voltaire and Boris'. If something comes up during either of their trials that causes the court to question Kai's involvement further, who's to say they won't convict him just like those two ass—!" The teen caught himself just in time, lowering his tone of voice and dropping that bit of his argument entirely. "All I'm saying is that Kai's really starting to piss me off. He's behaving more aloof and carelessly than ever, he won't talk to me or his parents, and for the past month he's just been avoiding this topic with everyone that knows completely."

"Has it ever crossed your mind that for once Kai might actually be fearful again? You know as well as I do that when he's legitimately scared he becomes reclusive to the world." Bryan argued. He broke away from a different avenue and into a backstreet leading to an apartment complex. Tala glared into the snowing night harder.

"If he's scared then why won't he just tell me, damnit? He's here with that stupid Tyson and using him as a shield or –who knows—he might have even talked to him about it and he won't tell me! I don't like that he's here, Bryan. If Kai brought him here and hasn't told him a thing, then shit is going to happen, and I won't sit quietly and wait for that to happen." The wolf snarled. Bryan pulled to a stop in front of Tala's building out of the cluster in the neighborhood, and the redhead angrily stomped out of the car and around to the driver's side of the car to get his little sisters. He hooked the keys around his neck, then gently pulled Lara into his arms and rested the girl's head on his shoulders. All the while, Bryan watched him bicker to himself under his breath. "It's like he doesn't even trust me anymore, that ungrateful little dick…" Bryan rolled his eyes. Like himself, if his twin sisters were asleep or weren't around, Tala swore like a drunken sailor at Mardi Gras. Tala took his little sister Lara up to his house on the third floor first, putting her straight-away to bed. When he went back outside to get Aleksei, Bryan was at the building's front door with the girl already in his arms. His car was still soliciting out front with the engine on to keep his own little brother warm inside. With a grateful nod, Tala gingerly took the scarlet-haired girl from the falcon.

What he didn't expect was for Bryan to kiss him in the process.

"Tal, stop thinking so much about this, you're going to give yourself a hernia. Kai is Kai. You know what he's like better than I do; you two practically grew up together. When he can't handle the pressure on his own anymore you know you're the first person he's going to come to. So just sit back and wait until that day comes." The green-eyed teen saw that his random show of affection caught his boyfriend off guard and he inwardly smirked to himself. Tala would usually yell at him for it and blush his little sisters' favorite shade of pink, but right now the redhead was so tired from a long day that he settled for a light glare that didn't look all that intimidating with the blush.

"…Why do you think he brought Tyson here, then?" Tala inquired, still puzzled and pissed about that one little detail that boggled him.

Bryan shrugged, "For the exact reason he told you. Kai's not made of stone, remember? He gives a rat's ass about his little team for some reason. Quit trying to read between the lines." The falcon said, playfully mocking the phoenix, and not reading into Kai's actions unlike his counterpart. "And one more thing: stop checking your phone all the time for calls and texts. I'm pretty sure that if anything important happened in France, your parents or aunts and uncles would've called by now. Go pop some stress relievers and get to bed. I'll be here at nine to get you and the girls to go Zorba-balling."

Tala huffed, his lips forming a slight pout and his eyes recuperating the glare they forgot how to do just moments before. "I'm going to get an answer out of him." The wolf said with determination. Bryan rolled his eyes and placed another, longer kiss on his love's lips before leaving.

"See ya in the morning, Tala." By the time he'd walked back to the car Tala had already disappeared into his apartment with his little sister, safe at home, and Bryan hopped back into the car. He was a little surprised to find that Viktor had gotten up and sat in the passenger seat beside him. The nine-year-old was trying his hardest not to fall asleep again while curled up in a ball in his seat. "I could swear you were asleep just two minutes ago."

Viktor shook his head no despite clearly lying. "Was not."

"Was to."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh."

"Hey, Bryan, want to know what I saw?" The child asked as they set a course back home, driving slowly in the snow to avoid any accidents. The falcon sent him a look: enlighten me. "Bryan and Tala kissing in a tree, thinking that we all can't see!" He sang with a yawn. Bryan expertly drove with one hand and used his other to pull Viktor's hood over his teasing grin. The boy didn't catch it, but his older brother was actually smirking at his teasing.

"Go back to sleep, Viktor."


Earlier the same day, Lyon, France was all abuzz. Reporters from across Europe—from around the globe—were congregated in a mass at the main entrance to the International Criminal Police Organization headquarters. They restlessly scavenged for any bit of information that could shake out of someone entering or leaving the premises. They irritated the guards holding them back especially. The reason for their pressuring behavior…?

On that bleak, cloudy, and cold day was the start of the definitive trial to decide the fate of the corrupt masterminds involved with the Biovolt Corporation…the ones that were caught, that is. Interpol had a handful of them in high-security custody, but there were still some that were barely managing to keep a leap ahead of them. They knew it was important to catch every last one of them, but the satisfaction of knowing that the head of Biovolt was the one facing trial in the courtroom today already made their hearts swell with justice.

Inside Interpol's headquarters, Courtroom VI was filled to the brim with people. The tension for a verdict upon the return of the judge and jury was as unbearable as the tight, hot air inside. Nikolai and his brother Andrei were standing just outside the courtroom waiting for the recess to end with their lawyer. They kept their distance from people that were allowed to attend simply for the sake of watching the trial as it happened. Their lawyer made sure to have a guard on them at all times—not that there was a need to, there were police officers everywhere—should anyone start asking questions. Andrei didn't put the possibility of a few reporters having slipped in under the radar to question his older brother and nephew Kai. The younger of the two Hiwatari siblings glanced up when he heard familiar voices and saw the rest of his party returning from their little excursion to find snacks and drinks. His wife, sister in law, and the Ivanovs joined them again at their little corner.

"We found a vending machine downstairs heading toward some work offices." Nadiya smiled at her husband, handing him a water bottle and bag of chips. The doctor looked at his wife with distaste at the treat she brought him, but thanked her anyway. He was a bit of a health nut, but he was starving. He hadn't eaten a decent meal since breakfast. "They told us we weren't allowed to take food from there, but a wink here and a giggle there was all it took." She teased, taking a sip of her own water bottle.

"What she really means to say is that Petr gave them a glare and told them why we're here, so they didn't challenge our authority." The brunette Irene corrected, glancing briefly at her husband who didn't look one bit guilty for scaring those poor new guys into submission. Mr. Ivanov shrugged, confirming that he didn't care, and sipped from a crappy juice box. Like the other members of their party, he couldn't wait for today's trial to be over so they could get back to the hotel and order dinner. These things always took way too long.

"All you found were chips and candy bars? I expected better from the world's largest police organization." Andrei said with genuine surprise. He glanced over to Nikolai and Yuliyanna. The light-blue haired woman hugged his brother over his shoulders, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze and a kiss on the back. It seemed to work, because some of the tension knitted in his brows faded.

The Russian party or parents quietly conversed to themselves and ate their snacks until a man emerged from behind the closed doors of the courtroom calling everyone back inside to the conclusion of today's meeting. They quickly got rid of their trash and headed back in, taking their seats in the front pews of the courtroom with their lawyer. The defense party didn't come back in until almost everyone had re-filled the room again. Four armed policemen brought in Voltaire Hiwatari and sat him beside his lawyer. They remained standing by the criminal's side and didn't remove his handcuffs. Finally, the jury and judge came back into the room; everyone stood for the judge until he sat. At last, the meeting began again. Different men and women spoke the long rehearsed and well-known statements necessary for the meeting—words that were starting to commit to the memories of the Ivanovs and Hiwatari four. The judge at last gave way for their lawyer to give a closing statement as the accusing party before the defense. Only after both parties spoke would the jury give their unanimous vote, in secrecy, to be recorded. The results nobody would know until final trial day.

Lawyer Vanya Koshkin stood from his seat to stand before the entire courtroom. He would've been intimidated by the side of the room—perfect for a theater—and the amount of people there, but he'd conquered his nerves back when he accepted to work for the Hiwataris. He cleared his throat before he began.

"Your honor, members of the jury, guests." He greeted. "You have come here today to bear witness in the trial of Voltaire Hiwatari, a criminal in our modern-day society whom had intentions of global domination with his partner Boris Balkov. The indictment we have set forth to you is this: that eight years ago as of this past November, Voltaire Hiwatari has been proven to have committed the following crimes," He began with confidence. He briefly went over the list in his head before he started reciting them.

"Harboring fugitives on an international scale. Financial crime and corruption. Organized crime with Boris Balkov: crimes that both had already begun to branch out internationally. Crimes against children and trafficking human beings: the evidence for this is more than clear with the raid pictures of Balkov Abbey and Biovolt underground operation centers. Trafficking of firearms and environmental crime. All these, if further delved into, reveal that murder, torture, biological testing and experimenting stain Voltaire Hiwatari's hands.

"To this indictment the defendant pleaded not guilty. I believe we've proven him otherwise. Our witnesses and evidence and more than enough proof that the defendant is buried in over his head with his crimes, and you must find him so. We will prove as particular and as precise as can be, that Voltaire Hiwatari was the head of Biovolt Corporation and directed everything that occurred within the facilities. It appears to be a barbarous fact to take advantage of young children and adolescents as he has, but Voltaire Hiwatari is the very man our evidence presents to you: a heartless, vile being that will stop at nothing to attain what he desires. He could very well be labeled as this century's first Adolf Hitler—he came too close to starting a new dictatorship under his name and reign. Voltaire Hiwatari is a man to never be trusted and must be sentenced to a lifetime in custody if not worse. Thank you."

The room was silent, save for the sounds of people breathing and the occasional cough or sneeze. Even without hearing and seeing the evidence Vanya spoke of, it was still hard to swallow with the memory of said evidence in their minds. Voltaire…Voltaire Hiwatari was a sick and twisted man, he and Boris alike. They shouldn't even be called human. They were monsters.

After a pause, the judge turned to the defense seated on his left side, "Would the defense like to make a closing statement as well?" Voltaire's two lawyers seemed to bicker silently over themselves whether to speak or not, and just when they were about to answer the criminal himself spoke up.

"I have something to say. Why is it that Kai Hiwatari is not here to plea innocence with me?" He questioned. He opened a single crimson eye that was dark are foreboding—the color of dried blood—to glance at his family members on the other side of the courtroom. They all glared back at the man mercilessly, quiet per their lawyer's request. "After all, my dear grandson did take part in Biovolt operations with me. He did carry out the orders I have him like the good boy he is. He even dragged his own friends to be guinea pigs for me—."

"Kai did no such thing willingly, you were brainwashing him!" Yuliyanna barked at her father in law, her glare intensifying. Voltaire merely smirked.

"Oh, did I now? If I recall correctly Kai didn't protest my judgment when we injected Dimitri with—."

"Kai saved my son's life!" Andrei shot up next, his temper flaring just like Yuliyanna's. "You tried to take him from us just like you took Kai from my brother so you could corrupt him to do your dirty work!" By now the judge was requesting order in the courtroom and police were trying to get the family members to calm down as well as Voltaire to shut up.

"In reality, Andrei, I actually saved your child's life. I was just trying to enhance his physical performance after that. It's what I wanted to do with Tala as well as the others, but unfortunately my dear Kai destroyed the only successful serums we made."

"You tried to turn our boys into lab rats and mindless murdering soldiers, asshole! Got rot in hell!" Petr raged, having to be held back by more cops when Tala's names slipped Voltaire's tongue.

"That, I fear, is now inevitable." Voltaire sighed dramatically, but added with a chuckle. "But I won't go without my grandson. Kai is just as much a criminal as I am, and I will not rest until he shares the same fate I do."

"OR-DER!" The judge bellowed, effectively silencing the entire courtroom once more. He scolded both party members for speaking out of turn, and proceeded with polishing off their trial meeting for the day. When asked if they wished to hear anything else in particular before they called it a day, the jury spoke among themselves until coming to a conclusion.

A frail-looking man with glasses and receding hairline stood, clearing his throat. He spoke Italian, so his translator stood with him and translated as he spoke.

"We of the jury believe that to make any solid and final decisions of this trial we must not only hear from Kaike Hiwatari but three outside witnesses with no relations to Biovolt or the Hiwatari family. We will give the family two weeks to search and prepare witnesses for Kaike as well as bring Kaike Hiwatari himself here to Lyon for further questioning."

"What? That's ridiculous!" Yuliyanna screamed at them, slamming her hands down on the table before her. "What more could you want from my son, we've shown you everything—!"

"Mrs. Hiwatari that's enough!" The Judge called her out again, and she fell silent. "The jury has made its decision. As of two weeks from today we will pick up with Voltaire Hiwatari's case to hear from Kaike Hiwatari and his three witnesses. Until then what was spoken in this court remains in this court. Tomorrow we will begin on the case of Boris Balkov. Meeting adjourned!" And just like that, with a slam of his gavel, the session had ended on an abruptly worse note than imagined. Petr and Irene Ivanov were yelling at the cops restraining them as well as the jury, displeased with them. Nadiya comforted Yuliyanna, crying tears of frustration and sadness, with a hug. Andrei questioned their two lawyers on the legality of everything that just happened in the last twenty minutes.

Voltaire stood to be escorted out of the courtroom back to his prison cell by the four police officers that brought him in. They walked by his infuriated family members and Nikolai caught the smug grin on his father's face. He was sitting still, trying to swallow what had just happened. They want to accuse his son: his only son. The little boy he only now just got back from the clutches of his obsessive father, and that now he might lose again. He couldn't let that happen, he wouldn't.

"I look forward to sharing my prison cell with Kai, Nikolai. Send my dear grandson my regards, won't you?" The oldest Hiwatari told him in the confines of their native tongue as he walked past. Nikolai finally snapped. With lightning-fast reflexes, Nikolai was out of his seat and pushing one of Voltaire's police guards out of his way. He gave himself just enough time and leeway to fist his hand and land a solid punch dead-on his nose. The cracking sound it made was repulsive, and immediately upon contact blood flowed from the senile man's nose. Andrei and their lawyer Vanya pulled Nikolai back before he could get into any more trouble.

"Don't you ever talk about my son that way again. You are no family of ours anymore. You're a man with no soul, and I will personally make sure that go to the last circle of hell where you belong. Kai will not go to prison for the crimes you and Boris forced him to do." The man's voice was seething and it oozed venom and hatred. The satisfaction he felt for breaking his father's nose already vanished beneath how angry he felt. When Voltaire has the audacity to smirk again, he tried to lunge forward to break the rest of his face in.

"Challenge accepted, Nikki."


VelvetSoulPanda- NOW you see why Kai's babysitting while the relatives are away…what, did you honestly think that I'd give them some island getaway and ditch their kids? "Hey Vladimir, we're all taking a second honeymoon! Watch our kids for us even though they're WAY more than you can handle!" Although…now that I think more on that, a family vacation to the tropics also wouldn't have been such a bad idea for this story…I'd just have to alter half the storyline. Or, or—here's a thought—sequel! Haha, it's too soon to think about that, though…

I should mention that I'm no political/criminal/law studies major and I based the first segment of this chapter off the American judicial system for the most part. And when I say that, I mean most of my references were Law & Order SVU, Criminal Intent, etc…I honestly did try my best and did independent research of my own, but all that stuff is way over my head. I'm a fashion design major: if I can't physically see or take part in demonstration, odds are I'm probably not going to get it. I'm all about creativity and less about conforming to blue-print lay-outs. Hopefully my attempt here is good enough ;-; It should also be said that I don't know for fact if Interpol Headquarters has an independent court room strictly for their cases—I couldn't find anything on that, either. I honestly doubt it, so the only reason I made it this way in the story was for more of a reader impact haha….(yay for false advertisement!)

Tune in for part two next chapter!