Author's Notes: Greetings all! This is the first chapter of our ficcie! Mwuahahahaha, the smooshed up duo Space Lion and Dark Dragoon have come together to amuse you with our wild antics ;) I've been watching too much TV, ignore me.
I volunteered to write the first chap, so prepare yourselves for the worse of the two authoresses work! Dude! Little teenager work is crapola I tell you! CRAPOLA! ^_^ I'm sorry, I just had to do that, it's a habit. MwuahahahahaHA! The effects of Tylenol 3's have worn off and now I'm back to being insane! Aren't you all lucky? ^.^ DUDE! Foolish mortals!
Oops, must explain a 'lil of this storyline. Ok, the first part is in Russia, with Kai in the abbey with Black Dranzer. The other part is…….the other part. ^.^ And Space Lion's OC, Natayla is in this fic, along with another of her OC's Parley and my OC Rika ^_^
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Chapter One: Beginning of the End
Kai frowned inwardly as a drop of water splashed onto his bare shoulder. The dank abbey was incredibly cold; the only sounds were the exhaling of his lungs. His breath hung in the air, fogging in front of his face in a warm cloud. Another icy burn followed as a second droplet of water hit his ice-cold skin. 'The cold won't stop me…….' He thought, hand clenching around the object clutched in his fist.
Nothing would stop him. Not with Black Dranzer.
Emotionless eyes gazed at the beyblade in his palm. The only thing that mattered. Black Dranzer was the most powerful blade in existence and it was his. The one thing he had yearned for since childhood was his. He was stronger, faster, and smarter because of it. It had changed him, perfected every skill, heightened every sense. He was the ultimate beyblader, and he had the ultimate blade. 'Nothing will stop me. I will have the power of every bit beast at my control.' His thoughts echoed the same thing over again and again.
Feet stepped onto the edge of the practice dish. Black Dranzer was fastened to his launcher with a smooth 'click'. The air was sliced open as the pitch-black beyblade effortlessly spun into the dish at speeds unimaginable to normal beybladers. An unbroken sequence of training routines followed, executed perfectly with ease. Kai held his open palm to the dish, the blade automatically flying into his palm. 'This isn't even a challenge. Boris underestimated our power once again.' It was time to quit wasting time with meaningless practice. Neither the beyblade nor the beyblader needed anymore of it.
Kai's white scarf billowed out behind him as he walked away from the training dish, not stopping as he entered one of the numerous tunnels that spider webbed underneath the abbey. Seemingly knowing where he was going, the teen kept striding down the dingy corridor, passing robed men as he went. A large stone archway opened on his left, the sounds of the recruits repeated chanting echoing down the halls. Kai passed the room without so much as a glance, barely aware of their worthless attempts at achieving perfection. They were not worthy of perfection as he was.
His swift strides carried him along the dreary corridors, the temperature dropping even more as he kept moving. Kai saw fewer people after a while, and soon all sounds ceased yet again except for the reverberated echoes of his footfalls. Boris's private quarters were located far from any of the more public chambers in this icy prison; along with the Kai's own chambers. 'I am sick of this endless routine. Every day is mirrored by the last…….' It was better to return to his corridors and await another day of training. Sleep was only a memory; Kai would only spend the rest of the night watching his breath freeze in the air.
The sound of his steps was pounding in his ears, and soon even that became nonexistent to him. The silence became deafening. But suddenly…….the hairs on the back of his neck rose, halting him in his place. Two corridors stretched out on either side of him, forcing him to decide which dark tunnel to take. The tunnel to his right was the way to his chambers, the place where his sanity could be remotely pieced back together. The one on the left was where the unsettling feeling was emanating from. The scent of something was in the air.
Kai turned to the left, brown eyes probing the opaque darkness. If he travelled to the end of this tunnel, he would hit Boris's chambers, the only place in this abbey he refused to venture. Black filled his vision, before he broke through the shadows and was bathed in the warmth of torchlight. A row of bright flames adorned either wall as he walked, aiding his sight.
He paused, the low tone of voices reaching his ears. Sliding up against the cold stone, he sprinted along its surface, following the sounds of voices. A corner was fast approaching, and he stopped inches away from the edge. The voices were just around this bend, but he knew not to warn them of his presence. The conversation was much too soft to understand, Kai being forced to peer around the dull stone.
He could see Boris's face shining in the torchlight, and he could also see the backs of two girls in front of him. Boris was murmuring in a low tone, holding his palm out to the two. They were staring at the objects he held, until the shorter of the females reached forward and snatched whatever it was out of his hand. Boris smiled and watched the second girl waver uncertainly. She tugged a strand of curly red hair behind her ear, before slowly reaching out and grasping the second object in his palm.
Kai frowned. 'Nothing but a waste of my time…….' He thought crossly.
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(TWO YEARS LATER)
"Ugh, you'd think someone could have warned me it was so cold here!" Tyson growled angrily, rubbing his chilled arms.
"I must have reminded you a million times to bring a jacket, but did you listen? No." Max laughed, shoving his hands into his own warm jacket.
Five teenagers were gathered around a railing, talking and fooling around on a Canadian city street. The World Beyblading Championships were long over, leaving the now sixteen-year-old beybladers to tour other countries of their choice. Max had gathered the Blade Breakers back together, suggesting some vacation time with old buddies. Kenny and his endless knowledge of current events had proposed Canada, for festivals of all sorts were taking place at the moment, tourists flocking from all parts of the world to visit them.
"Tyson it's not cold! It's summer, not winter." Ray said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Ray's right, Canada isn't even a very cold country even for foreigners like you, Tyson." Kenny agreed, adjusting his glasses.
"Are we talking about the same place!? Uh…….what's the name of this city again…….?" Tyson asked weakly, earning exasperated looks.
"Edmonton, Tyson. The capital of Alberta." Kai said bluntly, working on his hindered knowledge of Canada.
"Well, Edmonton's FREEZING!" Tyson cried, finishing his last thought.
Ray shook his head. "Well you're the only one who seems to have a problem with the temperature." He gestured to the people walking along the street in their summer clothes. "They aren't bundled up in parkas, now are they? And I bet more than half of them are tourists."
"I guess some people just adapt better……." Kenny said, watching Tyson shiver slightly.
Max suddenly yelped and jumped away from the curb, as a motorcycle went roaring past them. He sighed in relief and sagged against the railing; thankful he wasn't a street pancake. Kai looked after the jet-black bike disdainfully, turning away in displeasure.
"I see they give licenses out to Special Needs these days……." Kai commented irritably.
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A sneaker touched against the curb, as the owner of the motorcycle parked up next to a spindly tree. The driver swung off and onto the pavement, leaving room for the extra two passengers to slide off. A small boy lifted one leg over the seat and dropped to the ground, tugging a black helmet off his head of brown hair. The last passenger at the back fluently stepped off, pulling another black helmet off her head. A storm of red hair fell to her shoulder in curls, the girl raising a hand to pull it away from her face.
"I hate helmet head!" the boy said, smoothing out the wild brown hair on his head.
He was wearing a pair of black shorts, and a large grey sweatshirt. Both were much too big for his small frame, hiding the fact he was insanely skinny for eleven years of age. He was short, with hazel eyes that shone with a stubborn hue.
The girl that had been sitting behind him leaned back against the bike with one leg on the curb. She was tall, wearing a plain pair of black pants and a forest green t-shirt without any sleeves. Her hands were adorned with fingerless back gloves, and as she flicked something off her shoulder she pulled them on more tightly. Green eyes landed on the third person of their threesome.
The driver of the motorcycle met the gaze evenly, reaching up to pull the third black helmet off her head. A head of blonde hair was revealed, pulled up into a ponytail. Lavender eyes gleamed in the sun, as the girl rolled her shoulders in a stretch. She was shorter than her female companion, but was just as slender in build. Black pants covered her legs, as did a black tank top and a black jacket over that. She tossed her helmet onto the bike, tugging off her jacket and flinging it over her shoulder. A black bandanna was tied around her upper arm, which was revealed as she turned to her companions.
"Ok Parley, do your thing while we tend to some business." She said, handing the boy a list.
He took it in both hands, nodding. The two girls walked away, making their way up the street. Parley watched them go for a moment, before scanning over the things on the list. 'Time for some grocery shopping, good thing Tayla wrote down prices this time.' He thought, reading the wispy print.
The name of the game was stealing, and he needed to swipe enough cash to pay for all the things on the list. Prices were especially helpful because he would know whether or not to take the whole wallet or just a small amount of money. He wrinkled his nose as he saw Tayla had added some monthly feminine products at the end. 'Doubly good that I only steal the cash…….'
He began to make his way down the street, 'accidentally' running into people like a drunk. His hands dove into pockets, picking out bundles of paper bills. After a while, the pockets in his shorts were beginning to get heavy so he figured he had enough. He walked along the sidewalk, jumping on the cracks as he went.
As he raised his hazel eyes to watch where he was going, he spotted a window of an ice cream shop. His mouth watered as he made his way up and pressed his face against the glass, ogling the different ice creams. Parley's stomach growled loudly under his sweatshirt, informing him he needed something to eat. "I want some ice cream." He stated aloud.
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"Hey guys, look at that kid." Tyson said, indicating the boy with his nose pressed to a store window.
"I wonder where his parents are……." Kenny said, looking up and down the street.
"Man, he looks like he's going to eat through the glass!" Max commented, watching the boy lean forward against the glass.
"He just wants a sugar buzz." Kai stated, knowing kids were always after candy.
"I bet he wants some ice cream." Ray commented, reaching into his pocket.
The Chinese teen made his way across the sidewalk, and up to the boy. He knelt and looked through the window with the oblivious boy. "You want some?" he asked, watching the boy spin in surprise.
"Huh?" the kid asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Ice cream. Do you want some?" Ray asked, the boy slowly nodding his head. "C'mon then, I'll get you some."
The boy hesitated, before hurriedly following Ray into the store. Golden eyes watched the kid pick out a kind, before he paid the guy at the counter for it. The little boy took the dish of chocolate ice cream and walked away from Ray without a word, seating himself at a table. Ray rolled his eyes and sat next to the boy, watching him wolf down the triple scoops. The kid had chocolate smeared around his mouth, but he didn't seem to mind. After a while of silence, the kid slowly raised his eyes and stared at Ray. "I've never had ice cream from a dish before."
"More of a cone person, huh?" Ray asked, as the boy furrowed his brow.
Parley didn't answer, but felt his hand twitch slightly. His gaze slid down to the boy's pants pocket, and before the raven-haired teen even noticed anything, Parley had deftly swiped the Driger blade. His fingers closed around the cool metal, slipping it into his short's pocket. He went to say something to break the quiet, when the door's bells rang. He turned around and raised himself on his knees when he saw whom it was.
Lavender eyes flashed as the two girls walked in the door. "What are you doing!?" the blonde one cried.
The rest of the Breakers were watching the exchange from outside. They saw the kid slide out of his seat and grab the blonde's hand as she yelled at Ray. The redhead yawned and turned her head in their direction, and it felt like something snapped through Kai's conscious. 'Do I…….know her?' he thought.
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Yay! First chapter goodness! I finished the first chapter! Mwuahahahaha! *does little dance* Remember, any questions will be answered in Space Lion's Author's Notes next chapter ;) And she's on second chap duty! This is me signing off for now! ~Dark Dragoon~