Hell, you asked for it.
Voltaire was out in the sunlight for the first time since he invented the youma, walking his estranged little 'pet'. Or, more accurately, looking for victims to test its power on. Its wolf-like head sniffed around slightly, its snake-like tongue flicking out of its fanged mouth, the huge falcon wings that adorned its back flapped slightly and the whale tail smashed the ground. The wolf legs it had made it move quickly (AN: I tried to draw a piccie of what that would look like. It could just be my poor drawing skills but it looked fragging weird) and it's eyes glowed the same red as the wolf spirit's once had. However, it was no longer a glow of determination and undying dedication to it's long-forgotten master, it was now a glow of unending thirst for pure power and terror at it's own hands. Voltaire had dark glasses on and was squinting into the sun, with his hand resting on his forehead, shading his eyes from the sun he was no longer used to.
"Curses... Quadroon have you sensed the presence of the other spirits yet?" he growled, as he saw his sun-sensitive skin beginning to burn. The beast in front of him ignored its master's commands and continued sniffing around and snarling. Voltaire cursed violently under his breath and followed the creation in front of him. It suddenly halted, throwing its head into the air and sniffing, obviously trying to trace a scent. Voltaire noticed this and stopped behind it. It then started dashing through the rocky terrain that surrounded them, oblivious to its master's calls to stop. Voltaire once again cursed and followed his creation to the edge of a cliff face. The hair on its back was standing up; razor sharp and its yellow teeth could be seen glinting in the sun. Voltaire squinted for a minute before realising what the figure below them was- or, more appropriately, who.
"Ah, yes. How could I forget? Go ahead Quadroon, I'm sick of him and his friends destroying my plans."
Meanwhile, Trinity was back in the past, trying to get away from her brother and sister, who were both violently ill. All three of the siblings had been ill since they had heard the wolf, snake, whale and falcon suffer about two weeks ago. Ever since that day, everything had been out of balance and was causing all three of them to feel extremely nauseous. Marth had been affected most- poor kid, he always seemed to be the one out of the three that seemed to get the worst affected by that sort of thing. Their Mum had been babying him since he first got ill, as per usual, and he'd been puking his guts up and had a high temperature. Kirra had been next to fall, with the flu and tonsillitis, her tonsils always went bad when she got sick. And of course their Dad had been there to look after his baby girl- and she was the daddy's girl because Trinity had made it clear pretty early on that she didn't need either of her parents' help to get what she wanted. Trinity herself had just had a slight cough and a headache, but it was gradually getting worse.
And it pissed her off. A lot of things these days pissed her off immensely. She was so tense...
She had been looking at the ground, but her head suddenly shot up. Something was wrong. She could feel it... immense power. But where was it coming from? She could sense the source of immense power... but also a smaller power and one that was sort of in the middle. She could tell the bigger one was a bit beast, but it seemed to have four strains of thought. It was strange...
The average one was also a bit beast. However she couldn't tell which one it was... but a few seconds later she got her answer.
'Trinity? Could you come here? It seems my master has gotten himself in trouble again..."
Her eyes then flashed in recognition of the deep, echoing voice.
"The blue dragon... shit!" she snapped, before dashing off.
Meanwhile, Tyson had bee sent out as scout. He hated this stupid job, because of the hot weather at the moment but also hated because it was dangerous. Mariah and Emily didn't have to do it because they were girls, and because without Mariah there wasn't really anyone else capable of feeding baby Trin. And Emily was a girl so that was her excuse. Ray did this job but didn't do it much, because of his family that was definitely going to be increasing soon anyway, and Max was the same, except he just didn't seem like the kind of person who'd kill things in cold blood. Kai was always happy to kill things in cold blood so he usually took Ray and Max's places. Kenny did it sometimes, but without a bit beast he was practically defenceless. So it was always Kai and himself, Tyson.
'Master, something is disturbing the balance. It is no longer safe here.'
'Dragoon, it hasn't been safe in these parts for a long time. Half the world's population is dead, if you need proof.'
'No, something is wrong here, we must...'
"ARGH!" Tyson yelled as an unfeasibly large THING jumped down in front of him. It looked like a cross between all the Demolition Boy's bit beasts, but how was that possible? All of the Demolition Boys were dead, courtesy of their own evil intentions.
The 'thing' circled Tyson, who stood perfectly still, and never broke eye contact with his predator. Voltaire suddenly stepped out from behind a rock and smirked. Tyson gasped. The man had changed considerably after 10 years underground, but he could still tell who it was.
"What are you doing here?" Tyson said calmly, so as not to convince the beast to attack him.
"I'm walking my new pet. Tyson, meet Quadroon. I'm sure he'll be more than a match to you and your little band of rebels."
"What do you want with us?" Tyson continued questioning Voltaire for information- it could be valuable to himself and his friends. However he made sure not to infuriate the man- it wasn't useful information to anyone if he was dead.
"Stupid boy," Voltaire snapped almost irritably, "I don't want you five normal ones, maybe your bit power but nothing more. I want Ray and Mariah, and that little brat of theirs."
"What's so special about them?"
"It's nothing to do with the parents, I just want those two so I can kill them, take their special bit power and being dead, they won't be able to reproduce anymore, of course. I want the kid for research. She, being born from Ray and Mariah, has a link to the White Tiger and an incredible amount of strength. Same with the other two."
"I see. What's so special about..." Tyson halted mid-sentence, remembering the legend Mariah had read to Trinity about a fortnight before.
(AN: As usual, sorry if the Italics don't work)
i "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 colour and had the power of three..." i
i "The Golden Tiger is said to be reborn to two people from the White Tiger clan, whom the White Tiger sees deserving of the honour. 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 colour of gold somewhere on their bodies..." i
Could it be possible? A bit beast, born as three separate entities from human parents? Being able to actually take a human form? It seems so surreal... however it also seemed to make more sense than ridicule. The three children were abnormally powerful for humans, and could talk telepathically, according to what he could figure.
"Ah, I see you understand the legend now. Ray and Mariah cannot find out what their children are, so, I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill you. Goodbye Tyson, I hope you're happy for causing me so much pain in the past... but no more. Quadroon, attack!"
Tyson had almost completely forgot about the hybrid circling him, and now it was the most obvious thing in his line of vision. It snarled a bit, and lunged.
'Tyson!' cried the boy's bit beast. It obviously knew that its master would never survive the hit.
Tyson duck and covered his face with his hands in a natural gesture of defence. However, the blow never came. He nervously opened his eyes and looked around to where some slapping sounds and some dog-like whines were coming from. Trinity was there, tangling with the Quadroon. Talons and fists were flying, legs and paws and tails flailing everywhere senselessly, trying to gain the upper hand over the opponent.
The Quadroon managed to get a hit in on Trinity, and slashed her on the arm and severely across the stomach. She cried and fell back, glaring before her eyes glowed a ferocious gold and she rushed back at her enemy, hitting it with an uppercut and sending it flying a few metres. It landed on its back and immediately regained it's footing, retreating. It knew it wasn't strong enough to beat the human in it's current state, it had known that from the beginning. It dashed away quickly, and Voltaire ran after it.
"You will not defeat us this time, Kintora!" he yelled before hurrying up to catch up with his creation. (AN: KintoraGold Tiger in Japanese. ORIGINALITY HAS GONE TO HELL!)
Trinity fell to her knees, her eyes still glowing gold, in an attempt to heal herself.
Kirra was back in her timeline, sick in bed. Not as sick as her brother, without a doubt... her body suddenly tensed and her eyes flashed open, completely gold. She grasped the bed sheets in an attempt to brace herself for the pain. Ray had come in to check on his daughter, and almost yelled out loud when he saw his baby girl like this.
Kirra's head turned towards the door, her eyes still glowing gold with no pupils visible.
"Check... Marth..." she said, her voice barely audible. Ray nodded and rushed down the illuminated white hall to his son's room... only to find him in a much worse condition that his daughter. His completely golden eyes were half lidded and his muscles were completely limp, having given up to the pain a long time ago, however at points, his body convulsed and started twitching. He was also drooling out of one corner of his mouth. Mariah stood terrified of the state her son was in, her face completely pale. She noticed Ray in the doorway and ran over to him, and started sobbing into his chest.
"Why us? Why THEM! They're only children!"
Ray grabbed Driger out of his pocket, summoned him from within the blade and put his right hand to the bit beast's flank, his left arm being occupied by Mariah.
'Trinity? What the Hell are you doing, using your power like that with your brother and sister sick? You know whatever you do will affect them too!"
'I'm sorry Daddy... it got me... it injured me badly... I needed to do it...'
'What got you?' Ray questioned his eldest daughter, but could no longer get a response from her, or she was completely ignoring her. Marth seemed to have returned to normal, breathing heavily and face pale, but otherwise he looked like he had recovered from the sudden shock. Kirra had presently entered the room, leaning on the walls for support as she walked.
"Something was hurting her, wasn't it? I know."
Ray nodded.
'But what was it?'
Trinity exhaled deeply and stood up, to face Tyson, whom she had just rescued. Blood had dried on her arm and t-shirt where the beast had slashed her, but she ignored it and took a step closer to Tyson.
"Are you okay?"
Tyson's mouth was open, his eyes wide, and he pointed to her side, where she had gotten slashed. Trinity looked... she didn't know what his problem was... until she actually looked.
The blood was a shiny silver colour. Tyson reached out to touch it but Trinity immediately veered away.
"Don't touch it! It will burn you!"
"What are you?" he managed to stutter.
Kitty: I should end it now.
Marth: No you don't!
Chibi Mao: You'd better finish the chapter.
Chibi Rei: I want to find out what happens to us!
Kitty: sigh
"Have you ever heard of the legend of the Golden Tiger, Tyson?" Trinity sighed. Tyson nodded slightly.
"Mariah told it to chibi you a few weeks ago."
"Well, myself, and my brother and sister can combine our powers into one to make that entity. Do you understand how we can do that, Tyson?"
No. Tyson shook his head.
Trinity sighed.
"I'll explain."
"Long ago, there was a golden tiger, a counterpart to the Driger beast. Both of them served my father and mother's ancestors in the very village where we stand now, and well as the Galux, Galzzy, Galman and Galeon beasts. All six protected the village together, and kept the area safe from harm with their masters. However, there was one boy who controlled both of the tigers as if they were one, which gave him immeasurable power when beybattling. He was my father's descendant and he was in love with my mother's descendant. The Driger and Galux beasts also share a special bond. This made the Golden Tiger, Kintora, feel lonely. He... she... it fought in a great battle to protect our village from invaders. I believe that's where the original beyblade originated. My father loved researching his ancestors.
"But, however, during this battle, the bit beast did something that was frowned upon by both humans and bit beasts alike. It fell in love with a human. Kind of like me and Kai..." she murmured, blushing a bit.
"But anyway, it fell in love with this human and they fought alongside each other in the fight to protect the village- the human hadn't originated from there, however. But during one of the more violent and bloody battles, the human had bit beast blood spilled into his/her skin. This injury is irreversible with any kind of bit beast magic and the sufferer will die within a few days. That's why I told you not to touch my wound earlier. But, the human died and Kintora couldn't face the loss, so it rushed off into eternity, eventually dying of a broken heart. That, and battle injuries, are the only things bit beasts can die from."
(AN: Like the elves in Lord of the Ring)
Trinity sighed, and continued.
"The White Tiger was greatly saddened by the loss of its counterpart and decided to help its legacy live. It bestowed a child to its master and the one he loved. However, this child was not normal. It was able to use the powers of its fallen comrade in battle. Eventually it died and so did its parents. However, anyone who is willing to accept the honour of the Driger beast, like my father did, would father the special child- if there was more than one child born to the couple, they shared the responsibility. And whoever was the receiver of the Galux, would be the female side of the baby-making process with the receiver of Driger. I'm glad Uncle Lee didn't get it like he wanted."
Tyson's mouth hung open. He obviously didn't believe her.
'He obviously doesn't believe you,' both Stella and Dragoon spoke up.
Trinity nodded. And sighed.
"I must return to my mother and father..." she muttered before dashing off. Tyson regained his composure and shut his mouth, before turning on his heal and running back the way he had originally come from.
Just wait until he told Ray and Mariah about their little girl...
Quadroon was absorbing the youma for more power. Ever since the girl had beaten it, it had needed and wanted more power. Voltaire was willing to throw 10 years of work out the window on his new creation, which he had complete faith in.
"Good... good. Soon, you three, the Kintora, will be no more. Then nothing will be able to stand in my way..."
You liked? I hope so. It took me ages to write this. Next chapter will be second last, sadly. But please review and make my day! This fic is freaking weird, lol. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Review!