Symbols in the snow

Gothic: Well the last chapter was a bit boring….and I got into the worst shit I've ever gotten into today at skool….  Don't stay and listen to Gothic rambling on. Go read the damned story! And I've been watching the latest Beyblade V Force eps as well…. ZEO GO BAD! ZEO GO BAD! And his dad is……*shudders*

Kitty: I'm back! Ready for action! I will be assisting Gothic as usual.

Kai: Gothic doesn't own us. Some other people do, but Gothic doesn't.

Gothic: On with the ficcie! I'm so bored with reading the Beyblade fics in the anime section. Nothing's really jumped out at me yet, but I'll find something…..

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In Moscow, the proud capital of Russia, a rogue Beyblading group were planning evil things. With Tala out of town, currently playing elsewhere, they were anxious to get their plans underway. These Bladers consisted of Kai, Bryan, Ice, Blade, Bone and several newcomers, all known as the Bloodlust Bladers, the most ruthless rebel Beyblading group in Russia.

One of these newcomers was another girl, one of the most famous girls in all of the city. This was Koshka, the only girl to have ever trained at the Abbey. What made her different, was the fact that Boris and Voltaire were very sexist, and didn't allow girls to be trained in the Abbey. But Koshka was special, in her own imaginative way.

Koshka was the only girl good enough to get a place in the Abbey because of her ruthless Beyblading skills. Kinda normal, when one thought of how ruthless the Demolition Boys had been. But Koshka was just plain cruel. To humans that was. Koshka loved cats, and took her name from the Russian meaning of cat.

Her twin brother, Sabaka, named the Russian word for dog, was very unlike her. The two were worlds apart, but still loved each other. If Voltaire knew Sabaka was in Russia, he would surely find and kill him. So, to protect her brother, Koshka had brought him along, with other good friends of hers. Now they sat around Ice and Blade's little fire, discussing what they were going to do.

"We can't just go Blade! This is our home! This is where we live!" Came a protest from a surly dark haired Blader.

"And we are in danger if we do stay!" Blade butted in. "You will all be killed along with us!"'

"He's right. Either way about it, we're as good as dead if we stay here." Bryan was still adjust to being free from the Abbey's influence. Still very emotionless, he answered stiffly, the ways of affection still very new and alien to him.

"We will go to either Japan or China." Kai began. He was interrupted by several voices, and he patiently waited for the outbreak to die down. "Voltaire may track us to Japan, but he won't as easily think of us being in China."

"But where will we go? Where shall we stay?" Sabaka nervously questioned.

"Kai has contacts from his old Beyblading team there. Rei Kon, remember? I told you about him." Ice answered.

"But still…" Came another voice, this time from a brunette, her eyes the same chocolate brown. "Most of us have never left Russia. It's a life or death situation. Either we go to a foreign country, and save our buts, or we stay here and wait for Voltaire to murder our fucking asses in a cold blooded murder. Not the easiest of decisions." This speaker, called Rachel, was actually willing to go, no matter what the cost.

"Well I'm not leaving. Voltaire will never find me." The surly, dark haired boy, nicknamed Verti for unknown reasons spoke up. "I'll go into hiding. I might be a rebel against him, but he'll never catch me." Verti looked sourly around him.

"If going into hiding would work, then we'd be planning that already." Ice sarcastically retorted. "Do you really think going into hiding will work? Voltaire has spies everywhere. Wherever you are, he'd find you." She practically hissed at him. Voices of agreement echoed around the room, Ice's triumphant glare eyeing the sourpuss Russian.

"She's right Verti." Kai interrupted, the cold, murderous glare back in his eyes. "It's time to start planning. We're going to China."

There was no buts about it. The Bloodlust Bladers were going to China.

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In China, the Beyblader known as Rei Kon had been training with numerous amateur Bladers. After a while, the amateurs had gotten bored, and loped off to work on some chores that needed doing. Rei looked out into the distance, and steadied his eyes on the ever rising sun. He didn't look for more than a minute, the sun hurt his eyes, and he had promised to drop by Lee's that afternoon.

Sighing deeply, he packed up his Beyblade and launcher, and set off for the village.

"Rei! Rei! Hey, over here!" The cheerful voice of Rei's older sister, Rena, echoed across the fields. "We're picking the corn! Wanna help?!" She called.

"No thanks. I gotta go see Lee later." The neko-jin shouted back, passing through the weeping strands of corn, brushing them aside as he walked. He reached the gate out of the fields, and gently pushed it open, before setting off down the slightly rough track, heading for the village.

When Rei reached the village, the first thing he noticed was the fact that three young Bladers were sat around what appeared to be a broken Beyblade. There wasn't much left of it, more than half broken, and what might have been a bit was gone. The neko-jin wandered over to them, curious as to why it interested them.

"Hey guys. What's with the broken blade?" Rei asked.

"It was left by a strange Blader. He came, and battled with us a bit. But when he left, this dropped out of his pocket." One of the boys motioned to the broken blade on the floor.

"So what did he look like?" Rei questioned again.

"Red hair. We only saw when he lowered his hood. He did look experienced, but played a fair match. And the bit is missing from the blade." A second boy answered.


Rei looked puzzled, deep in thought now. "So he was wearing a cloak? That would explain the hood."

"Oh yeah. Sort of a greyish blue colour. Very long. Came to his ankles." The first boy replied.

"Hmm…." Was all Rei could mutter.

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In the far North once more, Voltaire was preparing to leave the disgusting walls of imprisonment. His bags were packed, and Boris had agreed to meet with him. To promote his excellent behaviour and 'changes' he had followed all the orders he was required to do, and was always polite and civil. For him, being out on parole was good enough to extract his vengeance. He looked up from where he was positioned at the desk as a guard came in.

"Mr Voltaire sir. Your car awaits." Voltaire was led through the corridors, prisoners and fellow inmates alike calling in disgust and desperation. Unwilling to look at such low life scum, Voltaire kept his head high, and his glare straight ahead. As they reached the end of the 5 corridors they had to go through, Voltaire saw his first glance of the car waiting there.

This is it. I'm free! And you Kai, are so dead. The Russian thought with glee, as he stepped out into the brisk Russian air.

"Sir." The chauffeur tipped his hat as he opened the door. "It is good to see you back Mr Voltaire."

"Thank you Hans." Voltaire rasped as he escaped the cold air, and entered the warmth of the limo.

As the limo drove off, the occupants were full of delight and happiness. Although these were not all good thoughts in most people's point of view, to Voltaire they were worth every second thinking about them.

Voltaire was back.

And Kai was so dead.

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Gothic: Short but sweet. Longer chapters will come. Oh, and for all of you who have seen the eps 'Kai's Royal Flush' a few before that, and 'Fortunes Dear And Dire' will probably agree with me when I say that:

ZEO NEEDS A HAIR CUT! (It's either that, or he should keep it in that nice loose plait. =^_^=) His hair is ten times longer than mine! And I'm a girl!

Kitty: Please review, and then Gothic will update!

Gothic: Updates soon!