Windstar: Thanks to my two reviewers last time, I really loved it! Only a little bit longer chapter's a little bit shorter then last time, but not at all lacking in content. There is a brief over brush of a sex scene in this just as a warning.
Disclaimer: Same as usual.
Chapter Thirty-Five:
Blushing slightly and leaning back into her lover's arms, Anna glanced up at him with a bright smile on her face. He was looking rather smug all things considered, and she couldn't help but laugh at his 'cat that ate the canary' appearance. She could have sworn those were feathers poking out of his toothy grin.
"You do realize that there are probably cameras in here." She commented lightly, and just like she knew he would – he grinned deeper.
"Then our captors got quite the show didn't they?" He teased as he snuggled into her hair. She laughed, shaking her head.
"God, we make up for barely ten minutes and we have sex in our Closet of Doom." He snickered at the name.
"You wish we hadn't?" He asked her, eyes growing serious all of a sudden. He didn't want her to think that he'd pressured her into something. She was shaking her head.
"I've been wanting to do that for years."
It was awkward at first. Hormones had flooded their bodies and the mutual attraction they'd had for one another soaked deep into their minds. He lay her back and kissed her lips and she opened her mouth almost begging for him to kiss her more. What happened next was just the result of seven years of pent up emotions. It wasn't exactly a 'quickie' but at the same time it wasn't the long passionate love filled romance that their coupling had been in the past.
It was funny; how easily their bodies fit together, how much they remembered each other's spots, how much they'd missed the feeling of hands on skin and the voices that went with it. If they'd known it would be that good they would have done it ages ago. Maybe it would have saved them a great amount of arguing and bullshitting before they finally got back to square one.
They'd clothed themselves quickly afterwards, and despite the feeling of being giddy and newly in love again they couldn't help but feel just a wee bit of embarassment at the fact they'd indulged in their first love making moment in a closet of all things. Tala mumbled a brief apology at some point and promised to make it up to her later. She couldn't help but blush at that and told him that he had better.
After a couple of hours of snuggling and giggling and feeling quite satisfied with themselves, they heard the first sounds of someone on the outside of their door. Tala quite easily maneuvered her so she was slightly behind him – quite the feet considering the amount of room in their prison and the ability to do so quickly.
Still, when the door opened and they blinked up to look at their would-be captors, neither parent could quite comprehend the sight that came before them. In fact, it took them a few moments to clear their thoughts. At first- they wondered if they'd been rescued. Upon seeing for themselves that they actually recognized the outside of the room at least to some degree, and they most certainly recognized who was at the door...they negated that fact.
"Umm...before you ground me, it was totally Adrien's idea." Kiril told them, his face showing every once of guilt that he felt as he blushed horribly and looked in the opposite direction of the location where their love making had taken place. Anna slapped a hand to her face and ducked her head. Completely mortified she didn't know what she was supposed to say to that, but apparently Tala had a few ideas.
"Did he now?" He asked coldly, glowering at the teenager who was shifting uneasily from one foot to the other. The humor almost sounded forced though. Something else was bothering Kiril, and Tala intended to find out what. He could just hear Adrien out the door and apparently hiding from the redhead's wrath.
"Tell him the fucking truth Kiril, if I'm going to get in trouble you might as well get in trouble with me." That was a great deal harsher then how the brunette usually sounded. Blue eyes narrowed. Standing up, Tala stalked forwards, peering out the door and staring in both annoyance and a bit of frustration at the sight of not only Adrien – but Bryan, as well.
"Someone want to explain what's going on?" he hissed out as he roughly caught both teenagers by the arms and glowered at them. Adrien didn't bother to tug free. In fact he just let his arm lay limply in the man's hold. Frowning, Tala couldn't help but wonder what the hell happened on their little hiatus.
"Ah well, they decided that it was a good idea to lock you all up and see if you could work out your issues when you were forced together for long periods of time." Bryan said as he pointed at the boys. "I thought that it was a bad idea-"
"You're the one who drugged the coffee you traitor." Adrein yelled furiously, glaring at him with all his might. Kiril just looked away – terribly awkward and feeling horrible at the moment. "Besides, we have more pressing issues to discuss at the moment." The brunette snapped as he glared at Bryan. Tala frowned.
"As much as I want to deal with this right now, and I hesitate to ask...what's these pressing issues?" Tala looked towards Bryan who sighed. His face turned grim. Anna stepped up, placing a hand on Tala's shoulder.
"Ian and Kai were in the same deal. We put them in a room and pretty much left them alone so they could work out their issues." Bryan started as he picked at one of his nails awkwardly.
"If their little session ended like ours, I'm going to be sick." Tala muttered as he glanced towards the teenagers. Neither were laughing. In fact, they looked a bit paler then he thought they should be. He was furious they'd locked them up, but at the same time – it served its purpose and Anna and him were back on common grounds. They wouldn't get grounded too badly. Still, something else was bothering their supposed kidnappers.
"Nah Lu...it didn't end anything up like your little X-rated porno." Kiril groaned at Bryan's words, blushing furiously despite his obvious worry and (fear?) In the situation. Blue eyes glanced back at the older man. Something was most definitely wrong. "Kai's in the hospital. Ivan punched out his throat." The parents did a double take at that.
They could hardly believe it. Ivan was two feet shorter and a great deal less muscular then Kai was. For him to get within striking distance of Kai's throat was an accomplishment in of itself. The fact that he actually had though...that was the real troublesome part.
"What did you just say?" Anna whispered in shock. "How is he?" Her eyes whipped to Adrien who was staring pointedly at the floor.
"We don't know. He was unconscious by the time we got to him." The brunette whispered quietly. Tala's fingers slipped from the boys' arms. Instead he touched that dark hair and gently pulled the teen to his chest, hugging him as he turned to Bryan.
"Ian?" He asked simply, his meaning clear.
"Busted ribs and a pretty broken arm. He's in shock. Adeline took Craig to the hospital-" The air wielder was cut off abruptly.
"Who?"
"Craig, Ivan's kid brother. Boy's, I don't know, ten? Something like that. He's been staying here since we threw Papov into that room. Something about not trusting us or some such shit. He threw a fit when he saw the two duking it out-"
"You were watching?"
"Yeah, we had cameras on you guys the whole time. Dri here," He motioned towards the by now extremely worried looking teenager who'd dropped his guard enough to encircle his arms around his Uncle's waist. "wanted to stop the fight as soon as it started, I told him to hold off. You know how we were when we were kids. We were always beating the shit out of each other when we were pissed. Spence had a few hits on you when you were outed with Black Dranzer and all...I figured if it was meant to be the two would duke it out and when they were too exhausted to fight eventually they'd get all their shit off their chests."
"And did they?" Tala wondered, already starting to walk towards the supposed exit. He knew this place well. It was a storage warehouse that they used to use for holding anything that the school would need in the future. He just never thought that he'd be locked in one of the secured closets that held the most valuable of F-Five property. Ironic...
"Wouldn't know. Last thing we saw – Ivan blasted Kai in the throat with his fist and Kai was coughing up blood. By the time we drove over to get them out, Kai was passed out on the ground and Ivan was in fucking shock."
They were almost out of the warehouse now. Tala's right arm was secure around Adrien's shoulders and Kiril was hurrying to keep up with them all. Anna raced after them, her eyes and ears locked on the scene that was playing out before them. She could hardly believe this was happening. On one hand – it made sense that they'd done what they'd done, on the other hand though- she was more then a little pissed off about it.
They could have gotten them all killed! Kai for certain was going to be in a hell of a lot of pain when he woke up. If he woke up. She stole a glance at Adrien. He looked terrible. Anyone could tell that he wanted to be anywhere but here. Right now he looked like he was the living dead. He was worried about his father, and he wanted to be with him.
Bryan had a car readied, and in it were some fresh clothes. It only took a few moments but the two former prisoners quickly pulled them on and climbed into the vehicle. Tala motioned wordlessly for Anna to take the front, and he sandwiched Adrien between him and his blood brother. Right now the teen looked like he'd been to hell and back, and most likely he had been. Lord only knows what was playing through his head at the moment. He had a bad feeling it had something to do with the last time Kai had up and died on the teen. He didn't know much about it, but he doubted the gentle hearted boy took it well.
Before he could think much on it, the car was in motion, and they were off. No one said much as they drove onwards. The hospital wasn't too far away from the warehouse, and despite the adrenaline rushing through Tala's veins from the possibility of them actually meeting real kidnappers, Tala wasn't in the mood to say much anyway. He looked at Adrien, and felt rather agitated about the whole deal. Why was it that things just couldn't be easy?
Why did Ian and Kai have to beat each other senseless instead of talk to one another?
He had to be honest. When he first saw Ian, or Ivan as apparently he wanted to be called, in that cell – he hadn't known what to think. He obviously jumped straight to the logical answer of: he came by to help. It was sweet, and he appreciated the concern. It was probably why the others made him go feed him. It would catch him up without having to explain much.
Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit angry at the other man. Unlike Kai though, he didn't spend much time with him since he was pointedly – kidnapped at the time. He had ample time to digest Ian's, Ivan's, return without having it be rubbed in his face. Kai held a nasty grudge though. In his little pocket of friends, Ivan had popped a hole in his bubble.
Considering the amount of arguments they got into – it was logical that the fight was going to happen. The fact that it led to them nearly killing each other was something that troubled the young Commander. He glanced towards Kai's most talkative child. Adrien was a wreck.
He may have been involved with this whole faux kidnapping deal, but he wasn't planning on any impromptu trips to the hospital. He certainly wasn't planning on the possibility that Kai was going to die. There's a reason that they didn't practice throat shots on real people when they were training. Apparently, Ian didn't get that memo, or if he did...Ivan didn't adhere to it.
The car stopped and everyone hurried out of it. Walking through the halls of the waiting room, they only came to a stop when they caught sight of a rather torn Adeline who was pale faced and crying. Adrien rushed to her side, kneeling before her and looking up at her with big green eyes. Her arms encircled his head and she hugged him weakly.
"Addy?" Tala asked as he sat down beside her. She glanced up at him – dazed. A boy not too far away was obviously Ian's brother. If he wasn't, he was doing his best impression of a wet cat- hissing and spitting and hackles raised he looked like he was chewing on a sour candy. Spencer was trying to talk to him, but he kept saying things like how he was going to sue Kai and some such shit. Bryan just snapped that Ivan started the fight in the first place, and Kai was the one who was in danger of dying.
The comment didn't go unheard by either the man's wife or child. They both flinched at the words. Tala scowled at his older friend, and Bryan winced. He hadn't really meant it like that. The redhead focused solely on the blonde woman who was struggling to keep herself composed. Kai had worked hard to keep her out of the more dangerous aspect of his life. As far as Tala knew, Kai purposefully kept her far away from hospital visits or minute details like...he died.
"Oh Luka...I'm scared." The woman admitted lightly. "I just got him back." He nodded, kissing the side of her head as he let her rest her head on his shoulder. Anna knew better then to get upset over the fact that he was close with Adeline. She knew full well that Tala held no romantic feelings towards the woman. They were simply good friends, legally siblings, and the kiss was his way of comforting her.
"Hey...he's gotten worse injuries before and he's pulled out alright. We both have." Plane crashes, whippings, bullet wounds, and death were left unsaid. "Where are the twins?" He asked softly. She sniffed and pulled back a little so she could look him in the eye.
"Michaels said he'd take care of them and Tri, he's watching out for the school as well." It wasn't that surprising. Michaels had decided to stay with them when they moved back to Russia, and with everyone in the hospital and panic settling in – he made the most sense as the one who should be left behind.
Mikhail wasn't there though, and that was surprising. Tala could have sworn that if Adrien was worried this badly, Mikhail would have shown up in a heart beat. He too had moved back to Russia with them. He had chuckled lightly when he saw the name of their meeting hall. It was obvious he was touched by it. All that aside though, he was just getting into the flow of reality.
He was awestruck by the new inventions of the era and was still getting used to the adjustment. He tended to cling onto Adrien's side most of the time. The fact that he wasn't there now was slightly troublesome. Tala wasn't going to mention it though. They had enough things to worry about, though, besides Mikhail's vanishing spell.
The doors opened at the end of the hall, and they looked up to see a rather black and blue looking Ivan walking towards them. There was a nurse that was following after him, talking quickly. He was completely ignoring her. Those that hadn't seen it before, took inventory of the injuries.
His arm was in a solid cast and sling and it didn't look like it would be moving anytime soon. He was wearing a button down shirt and the bandages were just visible around his chest. Broken ribs for sure. Other then that...nothing. Not even a black eye. Tala hated to admit it, but considering the younger man knocked Kai off his ass – Ian did good. If he hadn't nearly killed Kai in the process Tala might have even congratulated him.
He ignored them mostly, and muttered something to the nurse behind the desk. The woman there gave him a confused look before pulling out some paperwork. She handed it to him and he started signing it away – even while the other nurse was still busy yelling at him. Typical Demolition Boy behaviour. They hated doctors, hospitals, and people who claimed to have a medical license. They'd seen the flip side of that coin far too often.
Bryan laughed slightly as he looked at the nurse that was busy calling Ian a fool for signing out. He recognized that fiery spirit. It was the same little petite nurse that took care of Kiril when he was out of it. Hmm...maybe she'd turned twenty by now...
"Don't worry about him Miss. Chekova, he won't listen to a word you say." The nurse spun about and stared at him for a moment, and in all honesty the others were staring at him too. Bryan could have sworn he heard Spencer mutter 'jailbait' under his breath, and he kicked him in the back of the leg as descretely as he could.
"Bryan?" She asked as she stared at him in shock. Then her features turned into a dark scowl. "And where have you been!" Lavander eyes widened as he stared at the girl who was marching towards him. "You realize your nephew hasn't been to one physical therapy appointment in the past year!" At that, Kiril groaned and ducked slightly behind Tala. He did not want anything to do with that nurse.
Bryan sputtered, hardly believing that he was on the fire now that Ivan was out of it. Craig was occupying Ivan at the moment though, so he couldn't even redirect it to him. He wasn't even paying attention!
"If you're going to yell at me about him, why don't you yell at him? He's right there!" Bryan scowled as he pointed towards the frantically praying-to-be-invisible-teenager. She turned her head and glared at the bronze haired boy who cursed under his breath. Apparently Bryan's iron clad loyalty didn't hold out for the younger generation like it did with the older one. He was more then willing to rat them out.
"Kiril Ivanov, where have you been?" Adrien glanced up from where he'd been hugging Adeline to frown at the woman. She glanced at him. "Hello Adrien."
"Hello Ariana." He replied lightly. Then she was back to Kiril again.
"You had physical therapy appointments for a reason young man!" He groaned as she stalked towards him. Tala sighed and figured he'd give the kid a break. He stood up and looked at the woman with a pointed gaze.
"While I agree with you that he shouldn't have missed his appointments, now is hardly the right time to be shouting. In case you haven't noticed – there are people here concerned with the welfare of their loved ones and you're not showing them the respect they deserve by the medical field at this time." She recoiled at his words, eyes wide.
"And just who are you?" She asked stubbornly (though she did raise her voice).
"My dad." Kiril piped up. Bryan snorted. He could only imagine what she'd have to say about that.
"Oh, his dad hm? And where were you during the six months he was in the hospital?" She hissed, eyes flashing with distaste. He looked at her good naturedly enough. After all, he was above taking the bait.
"I was in Mecca, Saudi Arabia, after being captured on a mission for the ISA. I was a POW until just a few months ago, and while I do regret not being here when he was hospitalized, I was busy being tortured by religious extremists who wanted me to give them the information on how to access the military database and launch codes for all the nuclear weapons around the world. I've apologized for being incapable of arriving in a timely fashion, but I was otherwise occupied!" Ariana could only blink. Her mouth dropped open as she searched his face for any hint of deceit. Apparently he was telling the truth, and damn was it hard arguing with an excuse like that.
"Well..." He arched an eyebrow at her fumbling words. Go on... He teased her in his head. What do you have to dish out this time? "Don't let it happen again!" He nodded and mock saluted her.
"Ma'am yes, ma'am. Now – what is it that got you in a tizzie in the first place?" He asked as he glanced towards Ivan. Ah, there was a small bruise around his throat. That made him feel a bit better. At some point Kai had his hands around it. Probably explained how the midget got high enough to get the man in the first place.
"Mr. Papov is signing out AMA and he needs to stay here for observation. If he acquires fluid in his lungs from his rib injury then he could very well contract ARDS!" Tala glanced towards Ivan who was scowling at the nurse.
"How hard did he hit you?" He asked seriously. Ivan was shaking his head though.
"The kick to the ribs was more of a way to distract me then anything else. If I start coughing or have trouble breathing I'll come back." His voice was quiet, and he wasn't meeting anyone's eyes. He was guilty. He felt guilty. Tala sighed. Seems like Ivan didn't know his own strength. "Besides I don't even feel it-"
"Well you should. Your arm is broken in four places, and you're in shock." Ariana griped, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'm not in shock." Burgundy eyes glared harshly at the girl, Ivan's free hand squeezing into a fist. She pointed at his hand.
"Four of your joints in those fingers are heavily inflamed. You shouldn't be able to do that without hurting a bit." Tala placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to keep her back. He sincerely hoped Bryan didn't have any bright ideas with this girl, she'd have him strapped to a whipping post faster then he could blink! Still from that doe eyed look and Spencer's comment of calling her jail-bait somehow Tala had a feeling they'd be seeing more of Ariana Chekova in the future.
"Madam, please, I can promise we'll take good care of Ian. Even if he is in shock, there's nothing that can be done now. We'll keep him hydrated and watch him for a bit. I have a feeling things will right themselves in a few hours anyway. Now, I don't suppose you could tell us about Kai, hmm?" She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head.
"I'm sorry, I'm not his nurse. I don't know anything about what's going on with him. I can go check." The redhead motioned for her to do so, and then sighed heavily. Adrien was sitting down besides Adeline, his eyes filled with worry, and Kiril had started whispering to him about something to cheer him up somewhat.
Anna couldn't help it. She felt more then a little useless right now. Closing her eyes she tried to figure out if there was anything she could do. She couldn't think of anything. In fact, all she could think of was how badly their luck sucked. Couldn't they just get a break? Please?
It was going to be a long while before they heard anything though. Bryan and Spencer took their seats across from Adeline and the boys. Ivan and Craig sat by the corner and the rest of them were in various forms of pacing. Tala resigned himself after forty minutes of wearing a hole in the floor to just lean against a wall and close his eyes.
Logically, he knew full well that Kai was alright. Or at least he was going to be alright. Dranzer wasn't going to let him die. The bird wasn't like that, and so he knew Kai would be at least alive. The state in which he was, despite living, was the real concern.
Tala ran through a list of things in his head. What could the damages be? Ivan wasn't talking. He was keeping his mouth pleasantly closed and that was that. So he was left to imagine the damages.
Throat injuries:
Larynx fracture.
Larynx tear.
Tracheal fracture.
Tracheal contusions.
Tracheal rupture.
THIS WASN'T HELPING.
Adrien stood up suddenly and started to walk towards the door. The others watched him go. He mumbled something about taking a walk, and needing some fresh air. Apparently his mental inventory was a bit more graphic and had a bit more colors and blood in it then Tala's had. He was pale faced and looking peakish.
Great. Just great.
Craig was a rather vocal young boy who seemed to think that everyone around him was beneath him. He idolized Ivan, and for some reason or other had decided that everyone that Ivan spent time with wasn't giving him enough respect. He was rude to anyone who wanted to talk to him, and Ivan seemed to be making little to no effort to correct the annoying behaviour.
In short: everyone wanted to kill him. Especially because he was insistent on the fact that Ivan was innocent in all of this and that Kai had started the fight and that it was all his fault. If anything, it seemed like Ivan was indulging the boy.
The only thing that saved Craig from getting beaten to the ground by Adrien was the fact that he eventually just left the hospital and started walking around by himself. The others weren't entirely sure they would have stopped Adrien from murdering the brat if it had come to it, and so it was highly helpful in liu of the outsider's health that the brunette left.
Kai Hiwatari isn't going to die. Vita had told him easily enough. He'd ignored her at first and carried on his merry way. He was still mad at her. She had purposefully tried to keep him unconscious so he couldn't help Kiril. Her excuse was that the strain could very well kill him if he tried to hard, but that wasn't good enough for the brunette. He wanted Kiril to be alright, and she'd purposefully kept him from being able to complete that goal.
Talk to me Adrien. She whispered in his ear, and he ignored it once more. He was throwing a hissy fit, and he didn't particularly care at the moment.
As he walked, he passed by a news stand, and something caught his eye. The word 'Bitbeast' was written in big bold letters across the top of a news paper. Fishing some coins from his pocket it shoved it at the man holding the paper and snatched it from his gloveless hands.
The Bit Beast Phenomenon
Over the past decade, more and more reports have been accumulating around the world about strange creatures known as 'bitbeasts.' These bitbeasts have been found predominately in the popular sport of beyblading. Large creatures with the ability to shoot fire balls, freeze an entire arena, or even create tornado large enough to take roofs off buildings are only some of the monsters reported.
Scientists Jorge Ortega and Carolina Lupè have been studying bitbeasts over the past few years, and their research has been astounding. It started off with a heavy work load that investigated the world of beyblading. What they found was quite astonishing, even though the sport of beyblading is the only sport that allows bitbeasts to be used, it is not the only setting their powers have been seen.
Bitbeasts themselves choose who will use them. Currently it seems that only beybladers have been called to use them. It appears as though these creatures choose their 'masters' based on choice blood traits that have been found in the DNA. Only DNA compatible persons have the ability to use a bitbeast.
That's not all though, these monsters are not just helping their 'masters' win a few rounds of beyblading. These monsters are causing their victims to go through changes in their bodies. One example of this would be in the seventh annual beyblading World Championships – thirteen years ago.
Tala Ivanov, the three time World Champion of the sport during this instance, froze the entire area around the beyblading dish, encasing both him and competitor Tyson Granger inside. While Granger showed clear signs of being frost bitten and cold during the event, Ivanov was completely unharmed. A thermal reading was recorded during the Championships, and it was found that the temperature in that ice prison was negative twenty degrees celsius.
Next, Emily York from the All Starz has the bitbeast Trygator. It has been documented that she herself has the ability to breathe underwater. This became increasingly obvious when reports flooded in from all over the world only two years ago of the tennis themed beyblader rescuing several children from the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico after their boat capsized.
Ortega has even found that various fire element bitbeasts have caused their owners to be immune to fire. Kai Hiwatari is the most notable of all of these many can recall how his own bitbeast Black Dranzer caused him to go insane thirteen years ago during the same World Championships Tala Ivanov faced Tyson. Fire surrounded the, then, sixteen year old beyblader.
Hiwatari is perhaps the most worrisome of all these stories. As the heir to the illustrious Hiwatari Enterprises, his mental stability has been called into question. Supposedly he was working for the International Security Agency in order to arrest Boris Balkov, but there has been no concrete evidence to support this claim.
Since Black Dranzer has been destroyed there have been no signs of mental stress on the multi-billion dollar heir. In an interview with Ortega, he addressed the Hiwatari case in great detail. "I've been most concerned with how Black Dranzer took over this young man's mind." Ortega said. "Before this incident, Kai was reported to be a very kind and caring young man. The ruthlessness displayed during the World Championships has been quoted to be the most drastic change of character that any of his friends had ever seen. If bitbeasts can control the mind of whoever it is that uses them, then perhaps we are dealing with a far more dangerous entity then many understand. Much like a possession, these bitbeasts could control their host and make them do whatever they wanted them to do. What's to stop these creatures from using their powers to break into a bank?A home? Or use their powers to kill innocent people?"
Later on, Ortega explained that he went out to see just how much these bitbeasts controlled their so called 'owners.'
"We were horrified to discover that some of these hosts have started to display physical changes in their bodies. They claimed to have been completely accepting to the change, but what about the case of Emily York? Her lungs displayed a complete mutation that allowed her to breathe underwater. Her body had physically been altered drastically to accomodate the bitbeast she wielded.
"Other children have been examined by our research team as well. One boy was capable of shooting sparks out of his fingertips. His bitbeast was an electrical monster that used lightening to attack in the beystadium. He was only ten years old and yet his body now can contract high currents of electricity and he can even send off sparks. This is highly irregular and no ten year old is mentally capable of understanding and accepting such a life changing condition.
"Thankfully, we have discovered that if the host displays that he or she no longer wishes to wield these bitbeasts the mutations will reverse themselves. At this time we do not know how it is the bitbeasts are controlling these mutations, but I strongly urge any and all bitbeast owners to stop using them immediately.
"These creatures are not your friends, they are parasites that are controlling you. If you reject them, they cannot continue to change your bodies. I strongly urge you all to make the rational decision here. If you do not then who knows what the next phase of this mutation may be."
As Ortega's research continues, more reports will follow. All that can be said for certain is that these monsters – bitbeasts – should be taken out of the hands of the children that they are mutating. They are dangerous and serious side effects could come out of this.
Adrien finished reading the article with a bad taste in his mouth. He could hardly believe that there were those out there who actually thought that this rubbish was true. He half wanted to call up the redheaded tennis player, just to see if she really did have a mutation. He doubted that she did. He'd noticed it with Kai and the others.
When he used Vita he could understand what it was like. It wasn't...him doing it necessarily. It was all her. Yet her power had transferred over unto him. He could feel her strength coursing through his veins. It was a blessing almost, and it was comforting. The only reason that he refrained from doing it on a day to day basis was because it drained him. He couldn't bring someone fully back from the dead without side-effects so he refrained from that as well.
As for keeping things alive, he'd not told anyone – but he had dabbled lightly into that. He found an almost healing ability in it the more he tried it. It had started with a young bird that had flown into his bedroom window.
It had broken its wing and it was struggling to keep itself together. Adrien had gone out and had focused on keeping the bird still. It didn't take long to realize that even though it wasn't going to die, he could keep it still if he concentrated long enough and the bone in the bird's wing was starting to mend a bit faster.
After an hour or so he'd been too exhausted to actually mend the wing, but he kept it in a cage he'd found and whenever he could focus on it completely he'd try again. After two weeks he finally managed to get the wing to heal. The strain making him pass out for several hours.
Vita explained that the bird would eventually have died if its wing had been left the way it was. Because of that he was doing essentially what he had done for Kiril. He'd forced the bird to stop dying. She went on to say that the more you used the powers of the bitbeast the more at tune you were with them.
He'd asked why he didn't see Kai running around throwing fireballs at things, and she just told him simply that it was because Kai didn't use Dranzer's powers all that often. Why would he need to? He was a very self assured person who did things with his own powers. He didn't need to use Dranzer's.
The more the teen thought about his dad, the more he realized that he should be heading back. Sighing slightly he turned around and started to head towards the hospital. He was halfway there when someone caught his arm. He looked up and stared at the hispanic looking man that was looking at him with a slight smile on his face.
"You read it?" The man asked curiously.
"Excuse me?" The teenager questioned as he pulled his arm out of his hold. He didn't want anything to do with this creep whoever he was.
"That article, you read it?" Green eyes glanced down at the paper that he had in his hand. He frowned heavily before looking up at him.
"Yes."
"What'd you think of it?" The boy took a hesitant step backwards.
"I think it's full of shit." He said bluntly. The man's eyes narrowed.
"You have one, don't you?" Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, the teenager shrugged noncommitedly.
"I don't beyblade." He replied honestly. He had no interest in beyblading as a career. He'd been honest when he'd spoken to his father about that. He enjoyed playing it as a hobby, but as a professional – not really.
"It doesn't matter. They're-"
"Adrien!" Letting out a breath of relief the younger teen turned and looked at his best friend heading towards him. "Uncle Kai's awake." Suddenly flooded with the need to desperately see the man, the brunette nodded and started towards Kiril eagerly. He didn't get far. The man from before grabbed his arm and tugged him backwards. Kiril glowered at the sight and started towards them at a much faster pace.
"Kai Hiwatari?" The man asked seriously. He looked feral. Adrien scowled and pulled his arm roughly out of the man's hold.
"Grab me again and you'll find yourself flat on your back." He hissed honestly. He didn't appreciate the man getting so close to him. He started towards Kiril once more, but the collar of his jacket was tugged from behind and he was spun about sharply. Reacting on instinct he lashed out at the same time. The man caught his hands and stuffed the kick long enough to slam him up against the building closest to them. He didn't see Kiril though, and that was his undoing.
Infuriated at seeing his friend being manhandled, the bronze haired teen drew back and punched out as hard as he possibly could. A broken nose would be the least of that bastard's worries if he kept it up too. The man fell to the ground, gasping as blood flooded down his face. The older teen looked at his friend in concern.
"You alright?"
"I'm good." He answered honestly. One of his hands was rubbing his neck where it'd been wrenched on.
The man was pushing himself back to his feet, covering his nose with his hand. The teenagers glared at him, as though daring him to keep it up.
"I jus wante ta blow if it was Kai Bwiwatali." The man said passed the broken nose and the blood seeping into his mouth.
"Fuck you man. Why would it matter?" Adrien snapped, glaring at him.
"Ima friend of his." He replied, sraightening his nose the best he could.
"No your not." The teens said at the same time. "We know all his friends."
"So it is Bwiwatari?" He asked as he got closer. Kiril shoved Adrien back towards the hospital a bit; getting in front of him.
"Look man, I just broke your nose. I'll be happy to do more if that's what you'd like. I think it'd be best if you just walked away." He said evenly. He had no idea what was going on or who this creep was, but he didn't want him anywhere near Adrien; or Kai for that matter.
"And blu are blu essasstly?"
"Kiril Ivanov-"
"Kiril don't!" Brown eyes glanced back at Adrien who was staring at him in horror. He frowned slightly.
"What?" He asked in confusion.
"Ibanob?" The man asked, suddenly serious. "Blike Bala Ibanob?"
"He's my dad." Kiril affirmed in confusion, not understanding where this was going.
"Kiril, stop talking." Adrien hissed, grabbing his friend's arm. "Let's just go."
"A bittle old ta be is son no?" The stranger was getting closer. Kiril frowned, not understanding what was going on in the slightest.
"I'm his brother, he adopted me years ago, what does any of this have to do with you?" Adrien tugged on his friend's arm one last time.
"We're leaving." He growled, forcing the other to hurry out of the man's arm distance. The stranger just watched them go. He didn't take his eyes off them even once as they hurried away. A car pulled up beside him just before they were completely out of sight. He glanced at it briefly and nodded slightly before reaching out and opening up the passenger side door.
"Jorge! What happened to your face?" The woman inside asked in stunned shock as she looked at him.
"Got bunched by a brat bitbeast kid." He said simply, he motioned forwards. "Dey're headin' towards da hospital. Kai's dere." She nodded once and then started to drive towards the building in question.