Inside the room the atmosphere was extremely condensed and heavy, pungent smell of smoke came to their nostrils with arrogance and dried their throats, destroying every molecule of oxygen and polluting the atmosphere, making it increasingly dense and unbreathable.

The flaming hell was raging fiercely, destroying and burning everything with a destructive fury.

Several explosions were heard noises coming from the upper floor, while rolling inflamed and flames destroyed the windows with a heavy noise, then falling relentlessly and violently into space, illuminating the dark night.

Wherever they could run new outbreaks appeared highly dangerous that made every single glowing object, as the heat rose up more temperature, weakening their senses increasingly tired and exhausted.

Suddenly there was another sharp sound that intoxicated the room with his violent noise, scaring the guys now injured and tired. Before their eyes contained an unknown figure wrapped in a worn black sweatshirt instead his face was hidden by a hood of the same color that perfectly concealed the man's facial features.

"Who are you? What do you want?" said Hilary with a squeaky voice, showing cold and fearless.

He smiled awkwardly, bending his thin lips into a crooked smile and expressionless, and then lean over and Alexander after it raised from the floor said:

"I really believe it's over? I'll see you soon, guys."

"Who are you ?!" asked Sonja again with a determined tone, aware that the man's words were more than true.

She, again, she hid everything and was certain that she could not yet tell all. There were still too many secrets to reveal and hoped to be able to remove those slimy thoughts from her life.

Yet at that moment all her confidence seemed to be falling inexorably.

They were in there, locked in a prison of flames and heavy noises that were to come.

"Ivanova, worried about yourself and get out of this room," he said approaching the window, turning a last look mocking the boys, then throw out the window and disappearing mysteriously in the dark of the dark night.

Boris looked with a skeptical look before his wife and then Yuri, trying to work out a quick escape plan and then, as in a flash, he saw pieces of metal that showed irregular out the window, and then said with a victorious tone:

"We did it".

"If we get hurt, and Huznestov, I swear on my life that you'll pay dearly" hissed Elèna through clenched teeth, going to the window gulping loudly.

"Worse things could not go, Ivanova" replied the platinum coldly.

Yuri felt only an immense warmth around him and the voices of his friends seemed increasingly distant and unfriendly, they were a distant echo increasingly distant and lifeless, although life seemed to be reborn in those moments, the same one that had been stolen just moments before.

He believed to live in oblivion.

All around him was burning, almost as if the fire was calling in the deadly spiral and full of fears no escape.

Pearl felt the annoying sweat on his forehead but was unable to utter a word and screaming as if his throat had become barren and devoid of the vocal cords.

Suddenly, a sweet sound reached his ears while a slightly tanned hand was held out to him, that touch was sweet and friendly but was not enough to calm his restless spirit, Yuri felt his body immobile becoming increasingly prey to a irrepressible yearning and then, after a few seconds, everything disappeared, giving way to a white light and ethereal. Terribly surreal.

Severe pain had hit his head and his back, while the cold floor forced him to open his eyes tired, finding himself face to Julia on the edge of the bed looking at him with an absorbed and amused.

"What the hell have you done?" he snapped, looking askance and with an irritated tone.

He hated when Julia woke him in that way and hated even more that dream, the painful memory of what had happened six months earlier.

"Do not you woke up, screamed and you moved ... like every night," explained the singer with a voice thick with sleep but worried.

It's been too long since those events were happening, and each time her boyfriend placed his head on the pillow, and then fall into the dream world, he began to remember those tragic moments when they were the protagonists.

That was a difficult battle and without pause that had neither winners nor losers, was a fierce war that had claimed victims and that had completely destroyed their lives and that Julia knew that.

But he was determined to fight those memories, Yuri had decided with much difficulty to resume his life and return to live despite the many difficulties, he knew he could not give up and let go to the memories and the pain, even if he had done for some months later he had said enough.

Yuri had put a full stop to that chapter of his life that he would never forget this and it was more than certain. He had suffered himself along with his friends but he knew that living in those memories would have done just as badly, although by now it was clear that nothing would be the most back to normal, especially for Yuri.

The two were still remained firm in their positions and continued to stare intently, until the singer, reaching out a hand to help him up, took the word:

"Earth call Yuri. Come back on the bed."

The Moscow seized the hand of the singer and only after a few seconds, the darkness of the night, he recognized that this was the hand that had been broken by Alexander.

In his mind was formed immediately a fierce flash of those moments, the screams of Julia echoed heavily in his head, the blood oozing from the wounds were still fresh, and he could see that in fact there was, although on the one hand triumphed again that scar-edged whitish.

In that time Yuri began to tremble visibly, seized with sudden chills that shook violently his body, only to be enveloped by the sweet embrace of his girlfriend.

"Yuri ..." she muttered softly, lovingly kissing him on the forehead with a motherly "We must get out of this situation, it's all over."

"Julia, has never ended and you know that. Because of me you suffered and I cannot forgive me," said the red feebly, trying to appear cold and impassive.

He knew that he could not lie to her, but was determined to feel guilty.

"Yuri, it's been six months and we must find ways to free ourselves of our inner demons."

"Our? Fernandez, this issue concerns only me," he said acidly, ready to distance himself from him life.

Every day it was said mentally he had to stop to bring along Julia, he had to finish to bring himself into his abyss and darkness around him, certain that his girlfriend deserved better.

He was not a guy who could love, it was only one person, a small and insignificant person that had almost killed his family.

Yuri was nothing, it was just a mere container of a person who had sold his soul and reminiscing.

But the moscow knew that he could not confess his thoughts to his girlfriend, the Russian would prove to be a strong man, and cold, a person capable of fighting and spotless.

An automaton.

Yet, when it came the night everything changed, his dreams were not as calm and bright, were turbid and dark, the memories came back to scratch his pride and his emotions.

He wondered why the forgetting does not accept his thoughts, perhaps they were so unworthy that it cannot be hidden from his mind?

It was not useless.

Psychology is not needed.

Simply his psyche had decided to torture him constantly.

Julia was wide-eyed and incredulous, those words so cold and sharp were very painful to his heart. Strong anger was believing in his heart and, after several seconds, she found herself with her hand raised, the same one he had used to hit Yuri.

"You have to stop saying that crap! You can not tell it, especially me. I who have always been there, I who have been there without blame, that I did not abandon you and I never will," cried the brown with a eyes injected with rage, staring at the Moscow with a look askance he claimed without problems.

They stood there, three in the morning of that peaceful June evening, still and motionless on the bed, communicating their anger with the look angrily.

"These are things that do not concern you, Julia. I have allowed all this, not you. You have to stay out of it, you've got to get out of my life," he asserted coldly, biting his lower lip insistently.

"No. I'm not leaving, I can not. How could I let you go, it is impossible. I will ...".

"Do not say that phrase" he interrupted coldly, watching her with a cold stare and penetrating that startled her.

"I love you, Yuri, and this cannot you change it," murmured the singer, ignoring the irises of ice at that time frightened her.

Within himself he felt his mind go to pieces, every look bad for him was a silent stiletta at heart but she did not care.

Yuri was a part of her soul, and though she hated those attitudes, she could not believe in those bitter words that concealed lies.

"I love you and that's it, do not ask why. I'm staying," she muttered with a determined tone, noting that her boyfriend was unable to utter a word, and in fact the red Russian was opening and shutting his mouth without making a sound.

Julia gave a weak smile and with a momentum Yuri wrapped in her arms, then kissed shyly to which he responded with anger and love.

"Julia," began the Moscow abruptly breaking away from her and staring into her eyes green "bring back me to life," added Yuri a moment later with a tone implicitly apologized.

The singer smiled lovingly, her eyes seemed to be illuminated by a new light full of life and love, a feeling that was intended only to him.

"Just waiting for you to ask me" said the girl with a broken with emotion, and then retighten to herself the young man too cold but from the soul burning that she loved so much.

Meanwhile, in the dark of night, and Kei Elèna they smiled satisfied before last just finished successfully.

For four months the two had started working seriously on behalf of the agency and were among the best agents, although between the two Russians lacked quarrels and digs.

Both had a strong and stubborn and neither of them was willing to excel in their partner, though, when they worked together there was an enemy that could beat them.

Yet they hated.

She did not tolerate Kei's presence because he was the person who secretly loved but could not have it.

The Muscovite was still with Crystal but continued to betray the least of Ivanov, because he knew perfectly well what would be the reaction of the twins, and if fortunately did not die because of Alexander, surely would think Yuri and Sonja to end his life.

But in the end he had to admit he loved torturing Elèna whenever he could but simultaneously also felt hatred Elèna because she represented all of its worst characteristics, she was a tangible reflection of himself.

He saw in her a strong girl but dangerous, fragile but also weak and Kei was more than certain that they'd been through was quite detrimental to his psyche.

Often, when they slept together, she had heard her cry in the night, but he did not dare say anything, knowing that the nineteen wanted to live his pain alone.

But the Russian raven-haired, blue-eyed was also a dominatrix and predatory, was an extremely devious and calculator and this frightened him (but he would never admit it) a lot.

"Hiwatari, continues to be too slow in his movements" scoffed Elèna, savoring the sweet night air that penetrated in the car and moved her long hair blacks.

"Meanwhile I saved several times tonight," pointed out the silver angrily, giving her a scowl and pressing harder on the accelerator.

"Of course, my rider. I am a tender maiden who needs more help," she said sarcastically, admiring the lights of the night running up the street.

Kei smiled in amusement and moments later, without a word, put his car next to a small house, that Elèna, then looked at the pink lips with a look luxurious and inching closer whispered:

"No, you just need me and our nights together."

"Are you serious?" she asked amused, intoxicated with the smell of him and lost in those eyes amethyst that made her heart beat since the first time she had seen him.

"Never been more serious than that," added the Muscovite, yanking hard, then kissing and biting her cherry lips.

"You know, Hiwatari ... my house is right here," she whispered with a mischievous tone, starting to leave a trail of wet kisses on the neck.

Suddenly the phone began to ring and the twenty-Kei read the name on the display with an irritated look.

Crystal was still.

For more than a month he had tried to leave without success-especially because he had betrayl- but the blonde kept calling him insistently and continued to play the part of the jealous girlfriend and wound and he was tired of this.

That report had been only a simple game that did not want to end up and that he could not ask the girl but continued undeterred and stubbornly refused to believe that he had cheated on several times.

Was virtually theirs was a relationship in crisis that had a point of no return, it was a whirlwind of emotions off and empty, linked only by the fear of loneliness and suffering.

Serving Alexander, yet.

Several times Kei and Crystal had wondered what had happened to the blond, but were not able to give a sensible answer and logic.

They lived in that dark abyss from which they did not want to go out, constantly fearing the return of the psychopath.

"Do not you dare say" hissed the Russian with a threatening tone and grotesque, then grab the phone and run it under a seat.

"Oops" murmured Elèna shortly after with a sweet and innocent tone, although the gesture had been felt strong.

"Ivanova, you have serious problems" ruled Kei with a venomous voice and looking at her colleague with a look angry.

"I know, you heal me. I need you," replied Elèna, kissing him hungrily.

"Seriously ... stop acting so" he replied abruptly breaking away.

"I know, Hiwatari. I know!" shouted Elèna with a harsh tone as she tried to suppress the bitter tears, then added with a voice broken by emotion, "I'm just afraid that he come back to hurt us and, as I hate to admit it, I need you. You are the 'only person who really understands me. "

Kei was totally blown away.

It was hard to see the emotional side of the young woman, and yet, inexplicably, felt tenderness for her, though at the bottom continue to hate it.

He pressed her to himself as a sign of protection and without a word he lifted his arms, then bring it inside that little house where, just for that night, they would forget their deepest fears.

That afternoon the sun was warmer than usual and lit with its gentle rays across the landscape and the large window you could see the ocean waves breaking gently on the uncrowded beach, the seagulls flew gently on the water surface, while the the sky was tinged with pink and orange hues, reflected in the sea where the sun was dipping slowly, radiating all that surrounded him.

Mariam loved watching that serene natural spectacle, especially when she was in that house that belonged to her and that she had been missing for over a month.

How many times in the middle of the night she woke up in the throes of panic attacks that forced them to flee in the middle of the night to reach that enchanted place.

How many times she had called Ozuma at times absurd to warn him she was going to go to him because she was ill.

The place seemed to have something magical and always reassured that, in fact, was her boyfriend had given her a couple of keys to enable it to reach that magical place.

How many times had been Ozuma the next night when she was crying, and how many times he woke up with her that led turmoil in the house while she was trying to prepare breakfast to reciprocate the hospitality.

Yet, that afternoon in June, Mariam felt there was something different in the house quiet and sunny that he had missed a lot, but even more it was difficult to stay away from him.

Paris, London, Milan and Tokyo were certainly beautiful cities, were the places where the singer had lived for work in the last two months, but none of them possessed the beauty of that second home, just like any city could make her feel good or to give her a little comfort.

Her life was always chaotic and full of commitments and she loved to perform all those duties, but Mariam was beginning to think she had to begin to set limits and especially wanted to put a barrier between what she was and that she was living; and that was the reason that had driven her to abandon in advance the work that was taking place in Europe but did not mind at all.

After all, the singer was in the place where she wanted to be Ozuma but had not yet come home, perhaps the father was holding him still at work.

The drummer was traveling at a moderate speed the road that would take him home soon, although he knew that the day would be a long one.

"Why do I have to have to choose the gift for the engagement Julia and Yuri's party" he thought snorted loudly as he parked the car in the garage.

After a few minutes he entered the house, noticing immediately that within it there was something else, as if sensing the presence of something familiar to him, but that does not calm down at all.

He had lived too many negative experiences in the past and was more than certain he was right then and he lived alone and the only person who had the opportunity to access the inside of the house at that time was in Europe.

He began sneaking through the rooms with a padded, arming a broom, waiting calmly move of undesiderate invading his space, and yet, the more he tried, and more began to believe that his instincts had failed miserably.

Ozuma, regardless of direction, he turned his head toward the window that overlooked the patio, through which you could see the sea and went out.

"Hello stranger" muttered a voice familiar to him that scared Ozuma a lot.

The boy turned with a jerk scared and somewhat dazed expression, as he held a hand to his chest.

"Oh my God! Mariam!" exclaimed the astonished drummer and embracing passionately his girlfriend.

The singer laughed and sarcastically replied:

"Who expected? A ghost, perhaps?".

"Actually I'm not expecting anyone. You were in Paris," he said angrily, though inwardly he was delighted to see her.

That month she was no long, boring and endless but he understood that she was the woman he wanted to share his life.

Had become evil in the past, they had quarreled many times but both continued to love each other, and this always Ozuma had understood.

He did not want to let her go.

They had lost too many friends, had suffered from a psychopath, had almost died for not understanding that it was time to resume their normal lives.

"Exactly, I was in Paris but I needed to come back here, in our special place".

"You needed this house or me?" asked the young man with a mocking tone, being more than sure you know the answer.

Mariam weakly struck him without a word and kissed him again, while a kaleidoscope of colors lit up the room.

She wanted that contact for a long time and be there with the person she loved and her heart beating strongly in the chest, filled the soul of serenity that had lost too many times.

Mariam felt protected between those arms, loved those sweet kisses that made him touch the sky, she loved to sleep with him and see him sleeping and every touch suited her a positive feeling that made her think of being at home.

That was their kingdom, a world where evil had stopped living despite everything.

"I was weighing ..." exclaimed suddenly Ozuma with a serious tone by breaking the kiss "you cannot go out dressed like that."

"I hope you're kidding," the singer replied acidly, admiring the pearl-gray dress she had bought for the occasion.

"Seriously, during the past year the two of us spent many moments, both beautiful that bad ...".

As he said those words his heart seemed to have reached his throat, his voice was calm and gentle, although his mind pawing themselves joyfully, despite the fear of a refusal it was getting more and more into his mind.

"Hold a moment. Are you going to leave me?" Mariam snapped wide-eyed worried, as she began growing anger in her.

"Why do not you let me finish speaking? I wanted to ask ... would you like to come and live here with me?"

"Yes Yes Yes!" she cried, embracing him and her tone incredulous and amazed and happy expression on herface.

Mariam could not believe I actually heard those words, yet he knew perfectly that he had heard that speech simple.

She was a young woman who had suffered a lot, a person who had been stripped of their life and dignity for too long and instead fate had been a bit 'more lenient with her and was slowly returning the strength to go on and be reborn.

She was a phoenix rising from its ashes and was always ready to go, and Mariam knew that.

Hilary loved will and especially loved that sense of strength that only conceal suited her, and yet he was not happy, it was not a long time.

Every day still remember those times, remember the smell of blood that bathed his hands, constantly she rembered those terrible moments and whenever he closed his eyes he remembered that terrible scene.

The lifeless body of the boyfriend is parried before in mind and she could not forget.

Even her friends Mao and Rei were gone, and she could not save them. She had been too weak and too emotional.

That was not life, that was not breathing happiness, was a continual torment, was a painful reminder that broke in two and, without realizing it, he found himself to pay those bitter tears and silent.

Hilary was not happy and try as he might to get out of that oblivion could not save himself.

"Tachibana, that happens this time?" asked Jason, his new business partner.

"You already know," she murmured, looking away shyly.

That guy made her feel flustered but was fond of that young Italian-American hazel eyes and featured cordial.

"Hilary, I do not know your true personality but I was told that I was a girl lively and energetic, however I have a colleague terribly depressed. Sweetness, life goes on and I'm sure Takao, Mao and Rei would not want to see you so ".

The singer visibly shuddered on hearing those names so dear to her and, despite the anger, could not give a reason that guy obnoxious and overbearing.

"You do not know anything about them. NOTHING!" she shouted, clenching her fists in anger and a look bloodshot and hatred.

"You're right, but I know perfectly well that you're not so stupid and self-defeating. Smile, Hilary. Life is good in spite of everything" Jason mumbled with a reassuring tone, and then resumes reading his book with an absorbed.

The brown eyes narrowed slightly, while the words of his colleague kept hammering in her head and began to wonder what they would do her friends in her place.

Really she had to continue to live that way?

Maybe she should take to really live?

In the bottom of her heart he knew the answer, but she was afraid.

Already, she was afraid to forget who she was and what Takao was for her, she was afraid to leave the memories I wanted to live again.

But what was the meaning of the life lived in half? No, and this Hilary knew that.

"Jason" the singer mumbled weakly, fearing to disturb the Moor, who immediately looked up from the book and then ask you a bored look.

"Tell me, Tachibana".

"Thanks, really," whispered the young and gently hint of a faint smile.

"I did nothing," Jason replied coldly as he turned yet another page of that tome yellowed by time.

"You owe me a coffee," he added a few moments later with a chuckle.

"No, I invite you to accompany me to a little party," she said in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Stingy" he said the twenty-three with a playful voice and making a grimace amused and together burst into loud laughter, regardless of the other passengers who were watching them curious.

The room where the reception was to be held was quite small and light and was furnished with simplicity and elegance.

Small candlesticks finely decorated had been placed at the center of each table, while some ribbons organza gold had been placed at the edges of the thin curtains, while the delicate scent of jasmine intoxicated environment, accompanied by the gentle sound of the waves at night.

Sonja watched everything with a look deep, and although they were only six months could not believe to be still there.

She knew perfectly well that the threat had not been destroyed but was determined to prevent the arrival of new problems that could ruin her life.

Herthoughts and her attention was only for her baby Hope, her little princess who had seriously threatened to die that night.

"She's a strong girl."

That phrase was true and she was grateful to Kei for the courage and the confidence she had given her that sad night.

For Sonja was still difficult to adapt to that reality so different and definitely better than his past, yet he felt within himself that not everything was "okay".

After all, she knew she had changed too many things and also Boris agreed with her, in fact he had started to control it always was and always careful not to make too risky movement.

The Russian knew the secrets of his wife and it was more than sure that this threat would be back soon, but did not know when this would happen, and the only certainty was that he wanted to be ready.

Sonja saw walking slowly on the beach and immediately decided to join her.

The gentle breeze stirred the wavy hair and the only thing that Boris could think about was the beauty of the small Ivanova who at that time looked like a goddess.

"You know it's dangerous to get away," he thundered gruff.

The redhead turned abruptly toward her husband and with a combative tone replied:

"Nothing will happen. He is locked."

"He can if he wants to escape, do not tempt fate Ivanova"

Sonja rolled her eyes and with an absorbed looked annoyed that diamond star that hung over their heads, the the joy that sky dark but wonderful.

"You know, Huznestov, we are like shooting stars, we shine together and endlessly but sooner or later we will blow out. Our friends, our relatives, we all have memories and desires and too often we rely on luck to them rializzino, but the real stars are they, our children and our friends, they are always treasures to defend ... "

"You love these cryptic speeches. For case studies them at night?" asked Boris giving her a scowl.

"It is impossible, do not let me sleep at night," said Sonja winking sensually, and then added: "Huznestov?".

"What's up?".

"I love you"

"Me too" said Boris, kissing sweetly her lips.

Meanwhile, in a small underground bunker two men were exchanging several glances accomplices.

The blond was rather scruffy and had several wounds that marred the pale skin on his face was painted a wicked smile and sadistic and scanned the colleague with a sense of devotion.

"Soon lookout will be done, I promise you," he muttered the other grinning sadistically.

His face was covered with a black hood and her wrinkled hands were covered with bloody scars.

"They think it's over but do not know they are doing exactly what we want them to do.

Welcome home, boys, "said the blond, with forces hurling a dart that hits the middle photograph, exactly the one that portrayed the spy group.

Space (crazy) author:

disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, possess only Eveline, Crystal, Sonja and Alexander, that my fictional characters.

As you can see there are still open channels because I'm going to come back to this history with a third party (for the uninitiated beyblade high school is the first part of the trilogy).

It is strange for me to finish this story that I laughed, I was excited, I am also angry when I could not write what I wanted but it was great to be able to compare on this site besides English, I am Italian and learn to write in a language other than my own was not easy but here I am.

Well, there is a very important person for my writing and it is here, she is LoneeWolf or Ana, with her I had many fine words and many sincere respect on our passions and points of view and are happy to have you as a friend and as I told you in this small private fanfiction I want to dedicate to you.

I hope all of you readers've enjoyed this story and, if you want, we will resend to September with the third party and if you will tell me what you think of this story / chapter I'd be grateful.

See you soon with the next chapters of BHS and September with the continuation of my trilogy.

Kisses to all, your loyal Carmen / LadyDiamond92.

Much love to all