Changing Winds

Maverick


Yurii: Yay! Everyone liked the Bryan/Riikka moments:D –is very happeh- Hopefully I'll be able to get in some more of Danica, since everyone seems to love her…same goes for Mitsu and Spencer.
"I am so fucking brilliant."

"You are so fucking conceited."

"You're a fucking fuckface fucker fucking hypocrite. Fuck."

Johnny groaned, probably thinking something along the lines of 'what did I do to deserve this'. Seeing her teammate's exasperated look, Danica smirked widely.

The big day was finally here, and after almost giving herself an ulcer from raving obsessively over the name of their new attack, she'd finally come up with something.

Something that kicked fucking ass.

So to quote the evil genius herself, "worthy of Kazic and all his badass glory".

Yep.

She was definitely conceited.

And she admitted it.

Proudly.

"Well, come on, spill it. What's our new attack name?"

Danica looked over at Johnny from her desk, feet propped up and hands behind her head. Her smirk became a full-on grin, and he could have sworn he saw devil horns sprouting from her head.

"You'll just have to wait like everyone else…when we use it to blast those F-Dynasty brats to kingdom come."


"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty please with sugar and sprinkles and whipped cream and those nasty fake cherries on top?"

"For the last fucking time, NO."

Mitsu groaned, refusing to be defeated so easily; however, Taylia's iron-clad wall of defense wasn't budging.

"I don't care if I have to lock you in the attic to keep you out of it; you are not going to play matchmaker with Bryan and Riikka, especially not after that screw-up with Tala and Drayea."

"But why nooooot?" She whined.

When in doubt, the only really reliable tactic was to annoy Taylia into submission.

"Because, Mitsu, they're already on thin ice. If you interfere it will break."

The Russian captain's otherwise stern look became sly with one of her devilish smirks.

"Besides, if you do…"

….

"…what are you up to, Strelnikov?"

SMIRK.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking… you wouldn't want you-know-who to know about you-know-what, now would you?"

Mitsu blinked a few times before her face flushed a bright shade of red that almost matched her shirt.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I think I would."

"…you wouldn't."

"Try me."

Mitsu spluttered, trying to find something to get her captain back, who by now had a wide, smug grin plastered on her face.

"ARGH!!"

Embarrassed, flustered and defeated, Mitsu stalked out of the room past Drayea, who paused a moment trying to register what had just happened.

"Mind elaborating on the you-know-who and you-know-what?" She inquired, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, her interest piqued.

Taylia snickered and folded her hands.

"There weren't any."


"PLEASE, tell me already!"

"Nuh-uh."

All day, Johnny had been trying to get Danica to crack and tell him what the name of Kazic and Salamulyon's attack was going to be.

No such luck.

Unfortunately for him and his curiosity, she wasn't showing any signs of breaking.

None.

"You'll see in a minute; our match should begin in 3….2….1…."

"WELCOME BACK BEYBLADING FANS!!!"

"See? What'd I tell ya?"

"Today we have a special match for you, a tag-team battle between the F-Dynasty twins…" DJ Jazzman gestured dramatically to the twins, who wore identical, confident smirks.

Che. Fools. They don't know that a storm has rolled in. Danica thought with a scheming grin.

"…and the Majestics!!"

The crowd roared as their own spotlight turned on, Danica striking a ridiculous, overdramatic pose as it did, making the audience laugh, just as it had been intended to do.

"BLADERS! To the dish!"

Let's do this thing.

The two tag teams walked up to their places on the platforms as their arena came up from the floor, a replica of Munich, shifting into their blading stances and waiting for the countdown.

Danica, with her halberd, narrowed her eyes, the confident smirk becoming a focused glare. Hidden inside the shaft of her launcher, she could feel Kazic stir, impatient to be released.

"3, 2, 1, LET IT RIIIIIIPP!!!"

Heaving her launcher into the air, she spun it over her head before slinging the end down and shooting her beyblade into the dish alongside Salamulyon. Streams of wind trailed off the wings of her attack ring as it went careening into the center of the ring.

"ATTACK!"

While Johnny ordered his blade into battle, following the suit of Raul and Julia, Danica remained quiet in the center, waiting.

This was going to be one of her better works.


From up in the stands, Ian folded his arms and scoffed.

"What the hell is she doing? You'd think that against those two amateurs, she'd be wiping the floor with them!"

His rhetorical question received no reply from any of his teammates; the snake turned back to the battle, staring down the dragon.

Either she was going to let Johnny finish them himself, or she had something planned.

Something big.


"Salamulyon, evade!"

The crimson beyblade frantically zigzagged through alleyways and streets, trying to shake the twin blades that were hot in pursuit. Only a few minutes into the battle, and already they were ganging up on him.

Apparently, trying to take both of them on single-handedly wasn't such a great idea.

The blade's master looked towards his partner almost desperate, hoping to find some kind of help.

"Danica!"

Salamulyon shot past Kazic, which hadn't budged in the time the match had begun.

Torch Pegasus and Thunder Pegasus closed in, deciding to go for the sitting duck.

"KAZIC, WASH THEM OUT!"

The pitch of the whirring made by Kazic RT-Riptide picked up, becoming high-pitched as it started to rotate faster.

On the other side of the dish, seeing that they couldn't slow down, Raul and Julia exchanged looks before seeming to make a silent agreement; they were going to go for it.

"Torch Pegasus!"

"Thunder Pegasus!"

"GEMINI ATTACK!"

Smirk.

Gotcha.

"Neptune Ghetto Wave!!"

From behind Danica's blade, a wall of water began to form, drawing any moisture from the air into the attack. Overhead, attached to the ceiling, the emergency fire sprinklers burst, the water inside overwhelming it from the call the dragon was giving out. The Gemini Attack, already on a collision course with Danica's blade, valiantly charged in.

The audience, bladers and spectators alike, couldn't have expected what came next.

What might have been a blast of fire and lightning from Raul and Julia, normally a fierce attack from the duo, had been snuffed out like a candle. The blaze had charged head-on into the water; the flame had been doused immediately, but the electricity from Julia's blade shot through the water and struck Danica's blade.

However, rather than lose power or be knocked out, Kazic absorbed the shock before discharging it again to shoot Torch Pegasus out of the ring.

Johnny, whose blade had taken refuge from the wave on top of one of the model buildings, could do little else but watch as his partner prepared to finish off their other opponent.

"End this, Kazic!!"

An echoing roar could be heard over the rush of water as it subsided, dragging Thunder Pegasus in like a riptide towards the dragon.

"HAH!"

Kazic charged in, smashing into its opponent blade with as much force as it could muster, sending it flying out of the dish.

"And it's OVER ladies and gents! It seems the Majestics' Danica Arsenyev took out the F-Dynasty twins all on her own for a victory!"

The crowd roared, amazed by the display of power that Kazic and Danica had put out; even Ian was grinning.

Danica held out her hand to catch her blade, leaving behind a badly water-logged beystadium which now looked more like a sea than a city. Drying off her soaked blade with her sleeve as she and Johnny walked back to their bench, she slipped it back into its place, in the harness hidden within her vest.

The eye of the storm lingers over the battlefield.

"Danica!"

The dragon blader let out a choked 'Ack!' as she was smothered by a hug from her amazed teammates.

Well, save for Robert. Him and his OCD with trying not to be 'uncouth'. Bastard.

"That was incredible! You've never used that one before!" Enrique babbled excitedly.

Danica smirked as she was released.

"There are many things I haven't shown you." She replied, sticking out her tongue to show off the silver stud stuck through it.

The look on their faces was absolutely priceless.

Johnny sighed, refraining from questioning her sanity…out loud.

"Well, now that the battle is over with, would you mind telling me what the big, bad attack name was?" He inquired.

At the question, Danica laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her head in a very anime-ish way.

"Eh, heh-heh. Yeah…about that… there kinda sorta never was one."

3…2…1…

"WHAT?!"

She grinned guiltily.

"I kinda fell asleep and didn't really think of a name; I was hoping I could come up with something when we used it, ya know, a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing." She replied sheepishly.

Johnny's face twitched slightly, probably debating with himself whether or not to maim his younger teammate.

"If it weren't for the fact that you'd probably kick my ass, I'd kill you right now."

"Gee, thanks."


"MOVING ON, fans! Since the Majestics and F-Dynasty only fought one round, we decided to treat you to something new! Turn your attention to the display screen!"

Up on the scoreboard, four blanks appeared on either side, one half of them shuffling the profile pictures of bladers, the others their names.

Standing on the sidelines against the rail, the Four Winds watched in expectancy.

"We've asked all of our tournament bladers to attend today for this particular battle; the computer will randomly select four beybladers from the lot, and they will participate in a four-way battle!"

The crowds cheered in anticipation as the lights went out and the scoreboard shuffled even faster, too fast to track the names and faces.

"Contestant number one!"

The first profile and name slowed down until it stopped at a blader; Rick Anderson from the PPB All Starz.

"Contestant two!"

Again, the profile picture and name slowed until it stopped on the second blader. Spencer Dekanozov from the Blitzkrieg Boys.

"Contestant three!"

Drayea smirked hearing several sighs of relief from those who didn't want to go up when Mariah from the White Tigers X showed up in the third slot.

"Contestant four!"

Taylia glanced over at her Japanese-American teammate, who blanched slightly when her name and face appeared in the last space on the board.

"Bladers, come on down!"

A spotlight appeared on each of the bladers, and the crowds around them cheered as they headed down towards the arena. The soggy Munich had been replaced by a rather realistic downscale of Chicago, complete with alleyways, buildings and a number of other city-based obstacles.

As she stepped up onto her platform, Mitsu took the bun out of the back of her hair and tied it back in a short ponytail; she'd finally decided to cut it short, and now when down, at its longest it reached her chin. The back came up as far as the nape of her neck.

It would be much less of a hindrance this way when she was battling.

"Take your stances!"

Mitsu took her launcher off her back, glad to have traded in her much heavier glaive launcher for a naginata.

The others followed suit, pulling out their launchers, loading their blades and shifting into their stances.

"3, 2, 1, LET IT RIIIIIIPP!!!"

All four bladers let their blades loose into the stadium, weaving into the arena with relative ease; Mitsu's new HMS Z-Columbine, colored electric gold and red, disappeared into an alley, waiting to ambush an unsuspecting opponent.


Over on the opposite side of the arena, Spencer was keeping a careful eye on the Four Winds' blader, having noticed her beyblade disappear in wait for an attack.

Her expression betrayed nothing, seeming almost absent-minded as she kept her gaze on one general point; he wasn't going to find her blade that way.

"Galux, retreat!"

Elsewhere within the battle, Mariah's blade shot into the maze of streets and alleys to escape Rick's Rock Bison; probably to stall for time to come up with a strategy.

"Raiuma, attack!"

The Chinese blader realized too late that she'd fallen into Mitsu's trap as the other girl's blade smashed into hers at high speed, ricocheting off of a nearby building only to strike it again, repeating the action with ruthless tempo and startling precision.

Well, it made perfect sense. Her bit beast was a horse, and her element was lightning.

Of course she would be a speed type. Spencer mentally berated himself for being so dense not to have thought of it before.

However, as fast as Mariah was, Mitsu's blade was pummeling Galux with speed attacks that far exceeded hers.

"Galux, counter!"

"Raiuma, take her out!"

The pink blade swerved sharply in an attempt at evading the stallion's onslaught, only to be knocked from behind by a streak of gold and crimson into another building, the impact causing it to become lodged into the wall.

"One down, two to go."


Turning her attention to Rick's blade, which was hovering apprehensively at the end of the street, Mitsu shifted into a low stance.

A fighting stance.

Looking to Rock Bison's wielder, she narrowed her eyes.

The challenge.

Rick glowered back, taking the initiative when she gestured with one hand to bring it.

"Go, Rock Bison!!"

The yellow and bronze blade charged in, fully intent on slamming the stallion out of the arena, when its path was cut off by a blue beyblade.

Spencer's.

"Seaborg, attack!"

The Russian's blade shot in for the attack, the two clashing in a push-and-shove match of nothing but brute force. To the misfortune of the American, the whale was visibly overpowering the bison.


From the sideline, Mitsu stood back a moment to catch her breath and watch; it wasn't the battle that intrigued her, it was her opponent.

Namely, Spencer.

Sure, maybe it was just because Rick was an opponent and the Russian's strategy was of waiting for the opportune moment to strike, but the way Seaborg had entered the fray, putting itself in front of Raiuma, it seemed almost…

Protective.

He could have waited for Rick's blade to strike hers and then charged in to knock them both out at once, but he didn't.

What was frustrating about it was that she was starting to question how she was going to finish this battle.

Scowl.

"Raiuma, get in there!"

Finally riled up and rearing to go, the stallion joined the clash, hitting the center and knocking both blades away from one another.

"Kill the power!"

Mitsu's blade stood still, but the open chance to attack was gone when it started to fizz with electricity. The lights in the buildings flickered a moment, then went dead with a short buzzing noise.

In the middle of the darkened arena, Raiuma HMS Z-Columbine was lit up with an electric glow, the static visible as it crackled around it, branching off at anything that could conduct its current.

"Go!"

If it weren't for the glow, her blade might have been invisible as it shot at Rock Bison, moving at a speed neither blader had ever seen before, hammering the offending beyblade with blows.

Rick didn't even have time to look surprised when Raiuma drew back, only for Rock Bison to be knocked out of the arena by a vengeful Seaborg.

"We're down to the last two bladers! It's all up to Mitsu of the Four Winds and Spencer of the Blitzkrieg Boys!"

The two aforementioned bladers locked gazes, each offering their own challenge.

Mitsu smirked and shifted back into her fighting stance.

"Shall we?"

She received a smirk in reply.

"We shall."

"RAIUMA, ATTACK!"

"SEABORG, ATTACK!"

Both blades moved in for the attack, Mitsu's darting off to one side to rebound off of one of the building walls; Seaborg barely managed to dodge the attack, its master already aware of the onslaught of speed attacks she was getting ready to unleash.

Deciding to take the opening, Seaborg followed after Raiuma, but from a distance; the stallion had slowed to a suspiciously unhurried pace.

"Jumper Cable gear, activate!"

Mitsu's blade whirled around in a roughly-executed one-eighty to ram head-on into Spencer's blade, only to be knocked back to the end of the street.

However, she was smirking.

Mitsu's beyblade was built to be a featherweight, designed with intense speed in mind. However, because it was so lightweight, her defense suffered radically, as did the force of her attacks.

It was that factor that had led to the design of the Jumper Cable gear.


From the other side of the arena, Spencer warily kept an eye on Mitsu's blade, but it wasn't her blade that had taken damage. Seaborg's torque had slowed noticeably with that last hit, and Raiuma was crackling again.

That gear had sapped power from the engine in his beyblade and had added it to her own.

Very clever.

So, if he attacked, that meant he was going to lose more torque until it ceased to spin or she knocked it out.

So then our only hope is to make as few hits as possible, with the most force possible.

It was all they had; with Mitsu's speed, it had to mean her beyblade was light, and stronger blows should knock it out of the ring.

"Again!"

Raiuma charged at Seaborg again, intent on another hit; this time, the larger beyblade managed to dodge as it sped past, swerving around again to deliver a crushing blow to the back.

Yes!

Same as before, Seaborg's torque had slowed down, this time to a dangerous pace to where it was beginning to wobble. Mitsu's blade wasn't in much better condition, but the energy it had taken from Spencer's blade was keeping it alive.

This was going to be an exciting match.


From their places on the sidelines, the other Four Winds watched as the two remaining bladers threw attack after attack at one another, the Russian starting to overpower Mitsu while she was holding her own by zapping still more power from his blade.

Taylia closed her eyes, turning around to lean against the railing.

Riikka, who was standing next to her, looked over at her captain in question.

"Not interested to see how it turns out, huh?"

The Russian shook her head.

"It's predictable anyway. Mitsu can't possibly hope to overpower him, what with the difference in weight and size, but Spencer is losing power and won't last much longer. This match is as good as over." She replied, seeming almost bored.

Riikka turned back to the match, where Mitsu and Spencer had readied a final stand.

"RAIUMA!"

"SEABORG!"

Both blades charged one another head-on; this would be the end of the match.


The Z-Columbine and Seaborg HMS smashed into one another in the center of the ring, sparks flying as Raiuma was hurled out of the ring and Seaborg skidded to a halt on the ground.

Mitsu's hand shot out to catch her blade out of the air while the others retrieved their beyblades from the arena.

"IT SEEMS WE HAVE A TIE!! GIVE IT UP FOR THESE FOUR, FANS!!"

The challengers exchanged handshakes as the crowd applauded, the two winners remaining behind.

"Nice match. You better not take it easy on me when we face you later on." Mitsu started, smirking good-naturedly.

"Likewise."

The spotlight came on again as the two shook hands, both anticipating when they would get to battle again.

From either one's perspective, it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted.


Yurii: XD Bet you were all expecting a badass attack name, huh?

GOTCHA!!

Gonna have to cut this one a little shorter than the last few chapters. Hope it didn't suck too bad with all the beybattling and stuff!