Future Hope
By Galux Kitty
Last time on this fic that you know is the best: Oh dear, looks like Voltaire is up to no good as usual. Sigh. Kirralee and Marth got to kill Ian and Spencer, which disappointed Trinity, because frankly she was in an ass-kicking mood. Oh well my dear OC, you can't always get what you want.
Let's get ready to rumble!
Voltaire stood in front of the huge eerily glowing green tank, and smiled slightly out of pure demented amusement.
"Not this time... this time you will be the ones who are beaten."
Voltaire had dark bags under his eyes, and a look of psychotic dementia on his face. Those three freaks of nature hadn't been back for almost a month, in which he had been monitoring the younger version of the oldest one's brainwaves- they seemed to react to her siblings and the older version of herself similar to the way that the older ones communicated with their minds, except it was in a strange language he couldn't decipher- until he has realized- of course! Why wouldn't they be able to talk in that language- after all, knowing what they were he wasn't surprised. He looked back up that the green glowing tank, and then to the right, where a metal desk was positioned, and on top of it were the Demolition Boy's old beyblades. And from each one, the bit chip was missing.
Meanwhile, in the same timeline mind you, little Trin had managed to get into a spare room, which was up one end of the house and filled with things from her parents' childhoods. Then, she heard it.
"OH MY GOD! WHERE DID TRINNY GO! Ray, you were supposed to be watching her!"
Trin sat down and her golden eyes widened somewhat. "Uh oh."
She then got into a rather dusty chest, which had been left open, using the wall next to it to support herself; being 8 months old was tough, especially when you couldn't walk or stand. She eventually managed to climb into the chest, and when she landed a cloud of dust flew up from inside it. Trin sneezed a few times, but then crouched down; she appeared to be hiding. Although 8 month old babies could never really show likes that dislikes all that much, you could safely say that Baby Trinity enjoyed watching her mother, father and their various friends running around in states of nervous hysteria trying to find her. They were taking longer than usual, probably because she wandered farther than usual, so she started drawing with her finger in the dust. Suddenly her chubby finger hit something flat and reasonably hard, so she picked it up, squinting a little from the dust. Her eyes widened with interest, and she stuck the object in her teeth. Now all she had to do was get out of the chest. However, this proved impossible for a small child to accomplish, and after many vain attempts, she sat down and did the only thing a baby could do in a situation, and that was to let out a howl that rattled the windowpanes. Mariah, being close by, heard her daughter and immediately ran towards the sound. When she got to the disused room, she saw the tops of her daughter's two red pigtails, and ran over to the chest, seeing her eight month old daughter, sitting in there with a book in her mouth, and dust all over her body. Trinity then looked up at her mother and sniffled.
"Found me?"
"Yes I did, Trinny."
"... Damn it."
"Excuse me! Where did you learn that language?" snapped Mariah, glaring at her daughter. Trinity, having exactly the same eyes, was glaring back equally hard. Suddenly Tyson came past in his 'Hot Stuff' boxers (Which Mariah thought were completely misleading) and moaned at the top of his voice, "Where is that damn kid? Damn it, I just wanna go back to bed and get some bloody sleep!"
That caused Mariah to stop glaring at her daughter, and start to glare in Tyson's general direction, however he wasn't paying attention. Mariah sighed and then noticed that Trinity was still clutching the book in her tiny fist. She held it up between both her hands hopefully.
"Read?"
"Why? They're just my old study notes about all the legends that Elders used to tell us when we were kids," said Mariah, doubting her daughter would understand such a sentence. Clearly she didn't but persisted anyway.
"Read me?"
"But Trinny, they're boring!"
"Boring?"
"Yes, very. You should be glad you don't have to learn all that stuff. Well, unless the elders come back, which I highly doubt anyway." The only reason Mariah had kept them in the first place was due to the fact that they were the only memories of her family that she had, besides Lee of course.
"Please?" said Trinity, putting on her most innocent face, which was of course completely deceptive. But hey, if it were your kid, wouldn't have you fallen for it as well? So Mariah sighed and took the thin, dusty book from her daughter, with her left arm, due to the fact she was holding Trin up with her right arm. "All Right."
"Yay! Thank you Mummy!" yelled Trinity, but because she was so little, it came out more like 'Sank-oo'. So Mariah carried her daughter back out to the lounge room, where everyone could see her- they seemed relieved however Tyson just looked tired.
"I'm going back to sleep..." he mumbled before making his way back down the hall. Ray walked over and took Trin from Mariah.
"Where was she?"
"In that room filled what we could recover from when we were kids. And she wants to listen to me read this thing," Mariah said, holding up the thin study book. Ray eyes widened and he looked at his daughter.
"Trinny, even bore would say that's boring." However the eight month old simply stared up at her parents, perfectly still, like she had been frozen in time. A few seconds later, she seemed to snap out it, shaking her head slightly and bouncing up and down. Ray looked at Mariah, Mariah looked at Ray, and they both looked at Trinity. She seemed fine now- in fact she had managed to fit her entire left fist into her mouth, and was making the Maggie Simpson sucking sound. So Ray and Mariah sat down with their daughter, and she made an attempt to remove her fist from her mouth, and it was futile. However she didn't really appear to care, and she sort of flopped down and curled up in a catlike way on her father's lap. Ray smiled, removed his shirt and put it over his daughter to keep her warm. Mariah snuggled up against Ray and began to read.
"For centuries, our village of the White Tiger clan has respected the White Tiger God, named Driger, and a member of each generation whom the elder finds worthy, will inherit this powerful beast." Mariah smiled up at Ray, and then continued.
"Before this White Tiger, there was said to be another- a sort of counterpart to the Driger beast, however this one was deep golden in color and the power of three, it was mortally wounded after a great fight, trying to save the one it loved. After the one it loved perished, the golden tiger was said to lose control of its overwhelming power, and dashed off, never to be seen again. The White Tiger will spend the rest of its existence trying to protect its golden colored counterpart, whether directly or through the help of its master. However, the Golden Tiger is said to be reborn to two people from the White Tiger clan, whom the White Tiger sees deserving of the honor. These two people will always be destined to be together, and eventually they will come to realize their destiny, their heritage and destiny exposed through the color of gold somewhere on their bodies..." Mariah finished, blinking her EYES.
'Why does that sound so familiar...?' she spun her head around to face Ray, who was looking down at their daughter, who had suddenly woken up and was frowning very slightly.
"It all seems so... familiar..." muttered Ray, looking into Mariah's EYES, and she looked back into his EYES.
(AN: Yeah, you've probably guessed what's up. Oh well, hope it doesn't sound too weird- I'm listening to Tenacious D. Lol I just had to make it kinda obvious.)
Marth sighed as he watched his sisters in the training simulation. He couldn't wait until he was old enough to be allowed in- the age limit was 16. And he had just turned 15. Fabulous. However, he didn't really like doing what he had to do, in fact he despised it- killing things, what a great career path. He didn't enjoy it, but he could tell that his sisters didn't exactly mind it. They seemed to be more feisty and courageous like his Mum, and he seemed to be the shy, caring and compassionate one like his Dad. Or maybe it was the fact that he was the youngest in the family and the only boy child. Oh well, he didn't mind, he loved his sisters, except when they used to cart him around in a baby's carriage when they were little. And when they used to ask to apply makeup on his face, or do his hair. With all the weird stuff they used to put in his hair, no wonder it grew so slowly. Which he was thankful for anyway, he didn't exactly want long hair, because after listening to his Dad trying to get it up of a morning, he decided it was just a pain. However his sisters just let theirs grow. Marth suddenly felt dizzy and unsettled- it was only for a few seconds and then it passed, but it had been strange. He looked through the glass at his sisters, and he could tell they felt it too.
Everything seemed fine now, however he couldn't help but feel that there was a disturbance. His eyes suddenly flashed, and his mouth hung open slightly. He whipped his beyblade out of his pocket, and stared at the Mysticisia beast in his bit chip.
"You know it too, don't you?"
Suddenly the great spotted tiger (AN: That's an oxymoron...) left the blade, its body giving off a slightly red/orange aura. It curled up next to its master, and they continued thinking back and forth.
'Yes I do. Something is wrong. The spirits of the wolf, falcon, snake and whale are crying out, they are in agony...'
'You don't think I can here them? And my sisters and I are supposed to be protecting them...'
'Don't feel guilty; there is nothing you can do for them. If there was, I know you would have done it a long time ago, now.'
'We had our chances to rescue them from the evil that had bound them, and we chose to leave them, to become slaves to the cause of Biovolt.'
'They were loyal to their masters, and you killed them all, in the name of good. However listening to them now makes me wish I'd done something for them.'
Marth sighed, and stroked the big cat next to him, and it blinked it large golden-green eyes in respose. 'I will now return to where I belong, great one.'
'Cut it with the great one stuff, would you please? Why don't you just call me by my name, I mean Stella calls Trin by her pet name.'
'As you wish Marth, I will now return...' the bit beast thought, turning, ready to jump back into the blade. Marth thought for a minute before calling to his bit beast friend.
'Wait, is it comfortable in one of these things?' he asked, gesturing to his beyblade. Mysticisia smiled a feline smile and replied, 'Yeah, it is. In fact, if that TV had cable, I'd never want to leave.'
'Very funny, Mystic. Maybe after all this has blown over, I could live in one of those things for a while...'
'Believe me Marth, if you're out there, stay there, because believe me it's no fun in here, or it wouldn't be without a partner like you.'
'Thanks Mystic.'
'My pleasure.' And with that, Marth watched the great cat return to where it belonged. Marth simply stared at his blade for a while after that, glad to have such an ally as Mysticisia.
He snapped out of his thoughts as his sisters came out of the training area, looking like they were on natural highs. Kirra looked like The Gap had just announced a 99 percent off sale.
"Whoa, that was so COOL! Did you see me in there, Theo? I kicked his ass so bad; it was like I was feeding off my powers without calling for them! And I could do it all again too!" Kirra squealed at her younger brother, who took a step back after she started making violent gestures in the air. She then catwalk-walked over to the nearest reflective window of the corridor and started reapplying all of her makeup. Trinity had a 'what the Hell was that?' look on her face, and Marth returned it. Kirra visibly didn't really seem to care; however from her thoughts, the brother and sister could tell the middle sibling was worried.
Suddenly a message came over the intercom.
"Marth? You forgot your lunch, baby! Just wait a minute and Mummy will come and give it to you!"
(AN: Heheheheheheheheheheheheheh... I couldn't resist...
Marth: I HATE YOU...)
Trinity and Kirra sniggered.
"Aww, yes wittle Marthie-snookums, Mummy will look after you!" cooed Kirra, sidling up to her brother and pinching his cheeks.
Suddenly, a horrible screeching sound filled their heads; Trinity leaned against the wall, wincing, Kirra screamed and dropped to the ground, and Marth doubled over, grinding his teeth to prevent himself from screaming like his sister. In about 8 seconds it was over, and the three stood up like nothing had happened.
"... Pardon the French, but what the flying fuck was that?" asked Kirra.
"I... don't... know..." said Marth, coughing a bit, still trying to catch his breath.
"We've got to check this out..." muttered Trin, Kirra and Marth nodded, and they dashed off in various directions, to inform the various people that needed to know about what has happened.
"At last, I will have my revenge! After all these years... I will finally be rid of my insurgent grandson!" sniggered Voltaire.
"Arise Quadroon!"
I'm leaving it there! MWUHAHAHAHAHAH! Now you'll have to wait! Oh and if you don't get the Quadroon thing, the definition is "Of four different parts." So that's why I'm using it!