Ohoooh~ I had so much fun writing the ending to this! But I did not want to wait too long before posting a new part, so here it is! Much thanks to Cutetyhil and Droplets of blue rain for your amazing feedback! I'm starting to get a good feel about how the story is going to progress and I'm drawing some major inspiration from various places (shout out if you already know ;D).

And once more, sorry if there are a few grammatical errors here and there, please let me know if you find them. As mentioned in the first chapter I am completely new to this and learning so much from it! \o/

Minor update: Found a few mistakes and corrected them

Cheers!

Chapter 2

Inside a small training area just outside the perimeters of the BBA complex Julia and Raul where working on their morning routines. Both excelling in acrobatics it was only natural for them to make it part of their beyblading style.

Walking over to a small basket at the edge of the room she applied some chalk on her hands. She straightend her back as she moved towards the beam. She placed her hands firmly on the gymnastics beam and lifted herself up gracefully. Pressing the front of her feet on top of the beam and balancing herself in a steady position. With much ease she would dance across the bar making a variety of turns and leaps.

Across the room Raul was hanging on his legs from the highest monkey bar. In his hands he was holding his launcher. With ease he swung himself upside down looking for the perfect momentum before releasing the grip. The moment his body gained the perfect momentum he launched his bey with as much strength as he could gather.

Julia's mouth perked up in a devious smile. "Are you challenging me?" She mused. She was dancing on top the beam with Torch Pegasus twirling between her feet. She reached for a pocket on her back and took out Thunder Pegasus. Steadying herself in a strong position she send her bey off with a powerful start.

With Thunder Pegasus and Torch Pegasus clashing in the middle of the room a wild sibling battle broke loose. Both beyblades spinning as agile as their owners, dancing through the room circling each other. Powerful waves of fire and thunder mixing with one another, creating a spectacle sight. The room temperature was increasing at a rapid pace until a perfect combined typhoon of scorching heat and static electricity emerged from the middle.

Brother and sister being in perfect sync with each other, as if both where as one. It wasn't until they slowed down that the power emerging from both bey's would lower down the input and little by little until only a slight ember and static could be seen.

Holding out their hands both bitbeasts instantly returned themselves into their owners palms. A small strand of sweat escaping from their faces they smiled broadly to one another.

"If we can keep this one up during the championships.. we will be unstoppable." Raul told his sister.

Still trying catching her breath Julia nodded happily in to her brother.

Pink strands of hair where peeking from the door that was ajar. Making eye contact with the wild cat Julia yelled in a cheery voice. "Mariah!"

Running towards her friend she opened the door wide greeting her with a smile. Raul followed behind her and have a friendly nod towards the member of the White Tigers.

"That was so awesome.." Mariah gawked at Julia. "I would love to take you on in a tag battle with such a cool atack, siblings vs siblings."

"That's a deal!" The Spanish siblings chimed in chorus.

In desperate need of a refreshing shower the crowd walked down the hallways of the complex, making some small talk along the way, accompanied by their pink haired friend.

Reaching the showering area they bid their farewell to Mariah and entered the vicinity.

Twisting the knob of the shower the warm water flowing over her body was making her relax. Taking a deep breath in she tried to lower the still racing heartbeat. The training filled her with the much needed confidence to get her head in the winning game.

Raul was flexing his sharp jawline in the mirror. Throughout the years his self-esteem rose and a he grew up to be a passionate man. Despite being the younger sibling he took the wellbeing of his sister extremely seriously.

With an exhilarated feeling the pair walked out of the complex, much to their discomfort they were warmly greeted by the freezing winds of Russia.

Both holding their coats tightly they made way for the car.

"Anything you want to do the rest of the day? We still have a few days left till the first matches begin." Raul questioned his sister.

Searching her little side bag for the keys she noticed the small card in the purse. She made a small smile. "I made some plans for today, I'll meet up with you later again."

With a puzzling expression Raul looked at his sister. Catching the keys she tossed at him she waved a quick goodbye to him before dashing off.

She better be telling him the details later Raul thought.

While holding the card in her hand she was looking up a decent route on her phone. Luckily the address did not seem too far off from the BBA complex. Assuming Moscow is a fairly large city after all. According to the map the workshop should be located a little on the outskirts

"If I take this turn I can grab a coffee on the way and then it will only be a 5 minute walk." Making a left at the end of the street she was a bit surprised by the vibrant looking area. Slowing down in her track she looked around, browsing tiny antique shops and giving a nod to some local people sitting on the bench. Once the coffee shop got in view she picked up pace again. Giving the clerk a bright smile she managed to order two coffee with some half-baked English and hand gestures.

Holding the two cups in her hand she made one more turn to the right and found herself in a small industrial area. Much to her surprise there was more than one workshop located next to each other. Back in Spain she was used to larger garages with a team of mechanics. Instead these where all self-employed and sorted out working contracts among themselves. Most of the workplaces had small signs on the front along with a specification of the owners skill. Welders, mechanics, iron workers and many more specializations.

Outside one of the shops she spotted the familiar truck that he drove when she got stuck in the cold. A little relieved to see the doorway open, she wasn't quite sure he would be even present. Making her way to the entrance she took a brief look at the sign he had on the side of the door, much to her surprise it would read 'engineer'.

She gave the door that was ajar a little push and walked inside. Entering a small hallway she saw an entrance to an office on one side and a workshop on the other. It seemed to be pretty organized with a collection of working gear for pretty much every weather hanging in the hallway.

"He has more boots than I own shoes." She said jokingly while walking towards the larger workshop. In the background she could hear a radio playing along with the screeching sound of metal being cut.

Giving the door a slight push she peeked around the corner, the floor was covered with scattered tools and equipment she could not quite tell the purpose they had. From underneath the back she saw a struggling Tala trying to get something loose that was clearly not going to cooperate.

Sitting on her haunches next to him she nudged for his attention. "I'm here to settle my debt." She said teasingly.

Turning his head out from the side of the car he was working on he looked at Julia with fairly dull blue eyes and huge dark circles underneath them. Tearing her gaze from his she scuttled to the side giving him some space to roll from underneath the vehicle.

She was a bit unsure what his respond would be, he wasn't really friendly with her that first meeting, was she being too bold perhaps? It made her slightly nervous thinking about it. Plus he seemed like he had seen way better days.

Giving her a small smile in acknowledgement "Heya." She could hear the tiredness in his voice, yet he tried to make it sound more chiming.

"Come this area is more like a battlefield right now." Getting up on his feet he motioned her to follow him to the other side of the corridor. Tossing his coveralls in the hallway before stepping into the office.

The office was a simple set up, had a small sofa with a coffee table, on the other side the room there was quite a large desk, giving a look at the sheet of paper it seemed to be some sort of blueprint for something. Next to the sheet of paper there where two computer screens which ran some sort of program. Taking a look around she returned her attention back to Tala whom had taken a seat on the desk char.

Stretching her arm the offered the other coffee cup to him which he gladly accepted.

"Thanks." He said quietly. "Come sit down!" he pointed towards the sofa.

Julia sat down and looked him in the eye. "So you really ought to tell me, what is it that you do nowadays."

"I'm a mechanical engineer, I mainly assist the vehicle recovery when they need a specialist."

Noting her questioning expression he sighed for a moment and spoke in a teasing tone. "We're shorthanded so sometimes I handle… people who freeze their handbrakes."

Her face turned in a slight annoyed pout. "We're not used to this weather…"

"Ha ha I know, sorry, just teasing you." Tala said

Even she had to smile, but it also made her glad that he didn't completely freeze over like she thought he did that last evening.

"So what about you?" His question taking her out of her little strand of thoughts.

"The main reason we are here now is obviously for the championships. My brother and I are still very active in the competitions." Julia spoke.

Although it did not really surprise him the twins where still inseparable, he did not really expect them to be competing still.

"Are most of the old teams still around then?" He asked her questioning

Narrowing her eyes at his question she realized that he did not keep track of the championships at all, surely it has been a few years but she could not really pinpoint why such an active and high ranking team pretty much vanished from the BBA.

"Some newcomers are desperately trying to kick us from the rankings. So far none have succeeded." Her lips curling up in a proud smile.

Tala remained quiet for a moment, trying to not give away too much. Just some small talk and everybody will be on their way again he thought to himself. Although he could not help but feel a bit nostalgic, he missed the competitive days.

Killing the silence Julia spoke. "What about you and your team." A slight hint of worry in her voice. "Why did you quit."

His shoulders rose in a more tense position and he sat up straight. Feeling like he had to swallow a dry lump, his eyes having a hint of viciousness in them. Quickly he recollected himself and tried to ease his words. "Just lost interest." He mused.

That was a lie, that was such a lie, Julia thought to herself. But it was clear that it was all she was going to get. This was her que though, she had probably bothered him enough already.

"I'm glad to see you're doing alright Tala, I mean it." She said with a soft voice. Getting up from the sofa she straightened her clothing and grabbed her coat.

His heartrate was spiking from hearing her say those words. It took him quite some energy to keep his expression in check. Following behind her as she was walking towards the exit he bid her farewell. "Good luck in the competition."

Before she could turn and say thank you he had already closed the door. Turning her eyes back to the front she spoke in a low voice. "If you ever need to talk.. just call me okay." With that she walked off.

On the other side of the door he leaned his back against the frame. Feeling the strength in his legs failing he sank to the floor. Resting his head against his knees he could feel a numerous haunting thoughts run through his head, resulting in a splitting headache. His hands felt cold but a trail of sweat was running down his back. With the remainder of his strength he grabbed a nearby box and heaved himself up. Struggling back towards the chair he sat down.

It felt as if all his nerves were set on fire and his shoulders where carrying a few ton extra. Trying to reach for his pockets he took out Wolborg. Trailing his fingers over the chip he slowly started to calm down.

"He's going to call soon.." He groaned in pain.

From under his desk a rather old bakelite phone rang. Opening the drawer he lifted the horn to his ears. The voice on the other side. "He wants to talk, it's urgent." With that the called hung up.

He released the horn from his hands and it dropped down bouncing a few times on the cord. In the distant the dial tone was heard and his mind faded away from reality.