::Epilogue::
In the sunny depths of Italy, there stood the large Giancarlo-Polanski mansion, standing full and tall in all its ivy-wrapped glory.
It had been nearly 15 years since that fateful ball, and 14 since their wedding and the birth of their first child, a boy named Carlos.
Since then, Oliver had also given birth to two other children, both girls: Jeanne, who was 12, and Alice, who was 7.
Despite the age difference, they all looked quite similar, all having blond hair and purple eyes, although Jeanne and Alice had longer hair and larger eyes than their brother.
Getting back on track, the entire family was currently out in the garden Enrique Giancarlo had built for his beloved husband, and, since, it was a nice, warm and sunny spring day, the children had been allowed by their tutors to go outside for the day with their parents who were lovingly caring for the roses that had been planted there.
A slight tinkling of chimes was the only sound that could be heard as the two older children read silently to themselves, Alice being entertained with a pad of paper and some crayons, as it had been found that she had her "mothers" artistic ability.
The chime was soon silenced as the wind stopped blowing, but was soon replaced by the sound of a man-made bell accompanied with one of the maids calling for the children to come for lunch.
Whooping loudly, Carlos happily threw his book to the ground haphazardly, whereas Jeanne closed her own softly, bending down to pick up her brothers before placing it on top of her own on the white painted metal table, curtsying ladylike to her tutor before picking up Alice as well as her supplies, supporting the girl on her hip with one hand while the other held her art before making her own way to the picnic table, which had already been situated with lunch.
After finishing their lunch, the children were given a small break, so Jeanne led a sleepy Alice to the bey-dome where she and Carlos were going to practice.
Setting the smaller girl on the ground, Jeanne smiled as the girl instantly curled up in the warm, soft grass.
Walking up the stairs, Jeanne turned to face her brother. Grinning confidently, they both released their beyblades.
Carlos's grin fell as his blue and teal blade faulted, allowing Jeanne's purple and white one a perfect chance to attack and win.
With a simple glance at each others eyes, they both smiled good-naturedly as Jeanne went in for the kill…
Hearing an abnormally large crash, Carlos stared in shock as a mysterious silver and red blade flew into the ring, efficiently knocking both the siblings beyblades to their feet.
Hearing a rustle from the trees nearby, both turned around, eyes lowered in suspicion, Jeanne's eyes wandering to the youngest Giancarlo child, who was still asleep i the meadow below.
Hearing footsteps, both turned to see a girl with short, shoulder length red hair with a grass-green plait headband that matched her glistening eyes, which were of the same color.
Her outfit consisted of a white, knee-length summer dress that was adorned with twisted green stems and leaves. The dress, despite its childish appearance, was nothing short of sexy on the girl however, as it fit her curves comfortably, the slight v-neck showed off a tantalizing bit of cleavage, which had obviously been enhanced, whether by a push-up bra or even stuffing.
Jeanne didn't know, and she didn't personally care, either.
Carlos, on the other hand, was obviously dumbstruck by the girls beauty, and it took all the strength in Jeanne's body not to attack the boy with something either sharp, heavy, or, preferably, both, she wasn't too picky at the moment.
Thankfully, he soon snapped out of his funk, and even began to growl when the unfamiliar girl began to insult his own sister.
Rolling her eyes, the girl, who introduced herself as Summer, lazily flicked a strand of beautiful fiery-red hair over her shoulder.
After awhile, the insults just became too annoying, and the siblings made Summer promise to leave them alone if they won.
Shrugging confidently, Summer agreed to a 2-to-1 battle.
Getting on the side opposite their opponent, Jeanne and Carlos smiled confidently, something that seemed the shake their opponent quite a bit, although she covered it up quite quickly with a look of complete boredom, even daring to yawn, even though the fear was evident in her eyes.
Waiting for the countdown, the Giancarlo siblings and Summer all launched their beyblades, Carlos dealing with offense while Jeanne arranged defense.
Soon, however, their confidence slipped. Summer was stronger than they expected, and with a final mighty push, the green blade belonging to the older was nearly ripped out of the stadium.
Growling, Carlos made the trek to grab it, sighing happily when he found it to be mostly unharmed save for a few scratches, which would be easy enough to fix.
Wincing as the two blades still in the ring crashed, Carlos looked desperately at his sister, who looked absolutely terrified.
Unlike Carlos, Jeanne hadn't made her appearance in the real world yet as a blader, and had never bladed anyone except her brother and her parents. She had been confident at first, as she and Carlos were a good team, as they filled each others weak spots, but while her blade was amazing with defense, she wasn't that good with offense, which would obviously be a big factor in this game.
Hearing a voice, she turned around, her face etched in surprise as she watched little Alice, who had been awoken by all the noise, cheering enthusiastically for her big sister, even though she didn't really understand what was going on at all.
Smirking, Carlos also began to cheer until Jeanne's face brightened entirely.
Turning to face her opponent, Jeanne grinned confidently, calling upon the inner strength of her blade.
Summer appeared to be unimpressed, but the façade fell when her blade was violently launched out of the dome, spinning like a ballerina for a couple of turns before stopping right at her feet.
Gaping, Summer's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, but she soon recovered, swearing vengeance before running with her tail between her legs.
Running up to the winner, Carlos held his hand up for a high five, but was instead pulled into a tight hug.
Smiling gently, he patted his sisters back encouragingly, but pausing and tensing when he heard the enraged yell of their tutor.
Sweat dropping slightly, the three siblings all joined hands as they walked down the pathway back home, a smile on each of their faces.
Their was no better feeling than justice being served, even after all these years.
- - The End - -