Disclaimer: The end is here! And Beyblade is still not mine!
It was the third morning since the last match of the world championships, and it was a beautiful day. Golden sunlight streamed across the sapphire blue sky, and fell on the dark green water in a glittering shower.
The Blade Breakers were sitting in their hospital room. Even though they were all fairly well by then, the doctors refused flatly to let them out, insisting some more observations were needed before they can leave the hospital. So Shea, Tyson and Kenny were all there, accompany their friends. Right now they sat around a trunk of beyblade parts and were busy constructing their new blades.
"Check this out!" Tyson exclaimed picking another part from the trunk, "This is the best spin gear I have ever seen!"
Max laughed, "Of course. My mom's laboratory made those and Mr. Dickinson paid for them! Do you expect anything less?"
He took out something from the trunk and held it aloft for everyone to see. He said happily, "Find it! This is the perfect weight disk!"
Shea tossed something towards Ray's direction and said, "Take a look at this attack ring, Ray. Is it good for you?"
Ray weighed the part in his palm and felt its texture.
"Hmm. It's rather good. But too much aggressive power, and not enough concentration." He mused, "It's more Tyson's style. Here you go." And with that he tossed the part to Tyson.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door, sounding hesitant and reluctant. The Blade Breakers stared at each other.
Kenny said in puzzlement, "More visitors? But who could it be?"
"It couldn't be my mom and the All Starz." Max said, "They came yesterday."
"Same with the White Tigers." Said Ray.
Shea looked at Kai doubtfully and asked, "Maybe it's your grandfather, Kai? Maybe he is worried about you?"
Kai snorted, "Not likely. It couldn't be Boris either. He would simply charge in rather than knock."
Tyson shrugged, "There is one easy way to find out." He picked up his voice and said, "Come in, the door is not locked."
The door opened to reveal a tall Russian teen with light lavender hair and deep, sharp eyes. His head was bowed, and he seemed less arrogant and cold than usual.
"Bryan!" Tyson leaped up instantly, a sudden wariness filled his eyes, "What are you doing here?"
"Mr. Dickinson insisted I should pay you a visit." He said in a subdued voice, looking at the Blade Breakers with uncertainty.
"Tala would have come too, but he isn't too well." He added quickly.
There was a long, awkward silence in which no one was looking up. Then Shea stood up and smoothed out her long white skirt.
"Let's go take a breath of fresh air outside." She said casually, pulling Kai up as well.
The others stood up and followed her. Soon there was only Bryan and Ray inside the room. Bryan watched with a bitter and haunting look slowly filling his eyes. Ray was still experimenting with some beyblade parts in his hands, seemingly unaware of what was going on.
"They didn't left because they can't stand you or anything like that." Ray said without looking up.
"How did you know that?" Bryan asked, cold and hard again.
Ray laughed lightly, "I know my teammates. They don't hold grudges. They are much more generous than that."
"I guess." Bryan mumbled. He paused, and then speaking again in a broken tone, "Look, Ray. I. You." He stopped again, looking in vain for the words that wouldn't come.
Ray laughed again and lifted his head. His golden eyes spoke of amusement and understanding.
"You have never apologized to someone before, have you?" He said teasingly, "And I would say nor have you ever thanked anyone."
"No, that need never surfaced before." Bryan answered bitterly, "But now I own you both."
Ray said in a gentle tone, "You don't own me anything. Such words are given freely and spontaneously. They can't be owned or repaid."
Bryan stood in silence, mauling over the words he received. For a long while he seemed to turned to stone, motionless and frozen.
Finally he asked, no longer bitter though, "Why did you save me? After all that I did to you?"
Ray shrugged, "We look out for each other in this world, that's what makes us human. You are a kinsman to me, no matter what you may think."
There was another long silence, no longer awkward and tense, but filled with a mutual understanding and contemplation instead.
"I am finished." Finally Ray said in a joyous tone.
He rose from his seat and stood before Bryan. He stretched out his hand and held something before the Russian teen.
"Here, take it." He said with a warm smile.
Bryan took it with trembling fingers. In his hand was a red and black beyblade, with a cutting attack ring and a splendid spin gear. It felt sharp but warm between his fingers. Without looking further he could tell it was a great beyblade, fruit of the latest technological developments. He also had the feeling that the blade would be perfect for him and Floborg.
He asked in a croaking voice, "I can have this?"
"It's made for you." Replied Ray, "I am sorry Drigger ruined your old blade, so I hope this will make up for it. I thought this combination of heavy attack ring and light weight disk would be perfect for your blading style."
There was a blissful silence in the room, drowning out all the tension and resentful feelings. Finally Bryan spoke, and his voice was no longer so cold and steely like the glaciers of Siberia.
"Thanks for everything, Ray." He said quietly.
"You are most welcome." Ray answered with a smile.
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Voltaire was almost afraid when he saw Tom sitting in his office again, occupying his comfortable armchair and twirling a thin wooden rod between his fingers. Tom did not look angry, or even displeased.
"Well, Voltaire. See what I have told you?" Tom said with a sly smile, " You were crashed by those children, and two of your tools manage to escape your control with the help of those pesky children."
Voltaire did not speak. There was an angered and humiliated look on his face. All of his composures seem to vanish. Tom watched with amusement. Making people embarrass themselves seemed to be even more fun than just humiliating them out right.
"However, Voltaire." Tom said easily, "I think it would be well if we simply forget our misfortunes and begin our partnership anew."
"What?" Voltaire turned in utter disbelief, "You would work with me still?"
"Why ever not?" Tom made an exaggerated gesture with his spidery fingers, "I believe such an alliance would prove very useful indeed. You did manage to take six beast spirits, and the ones you control are powerful also."
Voltaire eyed the man before him suspiciously, "What do you want me to do for you, Tom?"
"That is the Voltaire I know, always so eager to get to business." Tom laughed, "But you shouldn't look at me with such suspicion. You must know trust is essential to all relationships."
He leaned closer to Voltaire and his voice turned to a hissing, "But let's talk business. I can do many things for you, Voltaire. I can cover your tracks from those people trying to discover your secrets; I can also give your power beyond your imagination. In return I would like your technology. They shall prove very useful against the not so few enemies of mine."
Voltaire said discontentedly, "But all that is very vague, Tom."
Tom laughed, "Don't worry. Details will come one step at a time. I think you will enjoy working with me."
A sudden flash of light and a popping noise, Tom was gone again. Voltaire stood watching the summer sun of Vancouver from his office, looking distracted.
"You will find me much harder to use than you wish, Tom." He murmured vehemently.
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"Well, it seems our time together is finally over." Kenny said sadly as he slowly drank his juice.
The Blade Breakers were sitting in a lovely countryside garden, enjoying afternoon tea. The mood was slightly heavy, despite the bright sunlight and sweet smell of flowers.
Tyson said, "Why all that gloom, Chief?"
"He is right, Tyson." Ray said casually.
Max said with a little disappointment, "And I hoped for free vacationing here. You promised to take us sight-seeing, Shea."
"I did, didn't I?" Shea said with a far away look in her eyes, "It seemed so long ago, when I first joined you guys and said we should have a fun summer in Canada. Then all those things happened, and I don't think that leaves much time for anything else."
"You guys are just trying to depress yourselves!" Tyson said with his usual enthusiasm.
Shea laughed, "Tyson is right, we need to cheer up. Hey, my promise still holds. If you guys are not busy getting back home, you are welcome to stay. We can still go sight seeing and all that. We still have one and half month of summer left."
"Stay here in Canada?" Kai said sceptically, "With all the press people wanting to know what happened and Voltaire still mad enough to kill us the moment he sees us?"
"Then let's go somewhere else then." Shea said in a cheerful voice, determined to create a chance for her teammates to have a fun summer.
"But where? And how are we going to pay for it?" Kenny asked with some interests.
"All cost on me, and we can go anywhere you guys like." Shea answered firmly.
"Wow!" Max looked at the girl with astonishment, "Anywhere? Are you sure? How could you possibly pay for all of us?"
Shea made a face, "Let's just say my family is considerably wealthy, and my allowance probably excels all of yours together. So you guys take the offer or not?"
"Of course yes!" Tyson shouted and turned to Kai, "So what do you say, captain?"
Kai shrugged, "Fine by me."
The others all nodded and rejoiced at the prospect. It cheered them up to think they could spend the rest of the summer together in peace.
"So where should we go?" Ray asked.
"How about England for a starter?" Shea said, "Then we can travel to other European countries from there. Germany, Austria and the like."
"That's great!" Max said cheerfully, "We can also go visit Robert and his team mates."
"Then England it is!" Shea clapped her hands and said happily.
Tyson shouted, "Finally a real, fun summer vacation!"
They all laughed at that with great mirth. But of course, they had no idea what is awaiting them half an Earth away in England. Nor do they know that they will be swept into a war even darker than the one they are already fighting.
A/N: 'Tis the end, the sweet-sorrow of parting!
Yeah right! But anyway, you can tell I am planning a sequel. More details in the end author's note that will come up soon! And Please REVIEW!
It was the third morning since the last match of the world championships, and it was a beautiful day. Golden sunlight streamed across the sapphire blue sky, and fell on the dark green water in a glittering shower.
The Blade Breakers were sitting in their hospital room. Even though they were all fairly well by then, the doctors refused flatly to let them out, insisting some more observations were needed before they can leave the hospital. So Shea, Tyson and Kenny were all there, accompany their friends. Right now they sat around a trunk of beyblade parts and were busy constructing their new blades.
"Check this out!" Tyson exclaimed picking another part from the trunk, "This is the best spin gear I have ever seen!"
Max laughed, "Of course. My mom's laboratory made those and Mr. Dickinson paid for them! Do you expect anything less?"
He took out something from the trunk and held it aloft for everyone to see. He said happily, "Find it! This is the perfect weight disk!"
Shea tossed something towards Ray's direction and said, "Take a look at this attack ring, Ray. Is it good for you?"
Ray weighed the part in his palm and felt its texture.
"Hmm. It's rather good. But too much aggressive power, and not enough concentration." He mused, "It's more Tyson's style. Here you go." And with that he tossed the part to Tyson.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door, sounding hesitant and reluctant. The Blade Breakers stared at each other.
Kenny said in puzzlement, "More visitors? But who could it be?"
"It couldn't be my mom and the All Starz." Max said, "They came yesterday."
"Same with the White Tigers." Said Ray.
Shea looked at Kai doubtfully and asked, "Maybe it's your grandfather, Kai? Maybe he is worried about you?"
Kai snorted, "Not likely. It couldn't be Boris either. He would simply charge in rather than knock."
Tyson shrugged, "There is one easy way to find out." He picked up his voice and said, "Come in, the door is not locked."
The door opened to reveal a tall Russian teen with light lavender hair and deep, sharp eyes. His head was bowed, and he seemed less arrogant and cold than usual.
"Bryan!" Tyson leaped up instantly, a sudden wariness filled his eyes, "What are you doing here?"
"Mr. Dickinson insisted I should pay you a visit." He said in a subdued voice, looking at the Blade Breakers with uncertainty.
"Tala would have come too, but he isn't too well." He added quickly.
There was a long, awkward silence in which no one was looking up. Then Shea stood up and smoothed out her long white skirt.
"Let's go take a breath of fresh air outside." She said casually, pulling Kai up as well.
The others stood up and followed her. Soon there was only Bryan and Ray inside the room. Bryan watched with a bitter and haunting look slowly filling his eyes. Ray was still experimenting with some beyblade parts in his hands, seemingly unaware of what was going on.
"They didn't left because they can't stand you or anything like that." Ray said without looking up.
"How did you know that?" Bryan asked, cold and hard again.
Ray laughed lightly, "I know my teammates. They don't hold grudges. They are much more generous than that."
"I guess." Bryan mumbled. He paused, and then speaking again in a broken tone, "Look, Ray. I. You." He stopped again, looking in vain for the words that wouldn't come.
Ray laughed again and lifted his head. His golden eyes spoke of amusement and understanding.
"You have never apologized to someone before, have you?" He said teasingly, "And I would say nor have you ever thanked anyone."
"No, that need never surfaced before." Bryan answered bitterly, "But now I own you both."
Ray said in a gentle tone, "You don't own me anything. Such words are given freely and spontaneously. They can't be owned or repaid."
Bryan stood in silence, mauling over the words he received. For a long while he seemed to turned to stone, motionless and frozen.
Finally he asked, no longer bitter though, "Why did you save me? After all that I did to you?"
Ray shrugged, "We look out for each other in this world, that's what makes us human. You are a kinsman to me, no matter what you may think."
There was another long silence, no longer awkward and tense, but filled with a mutual understanding and contemplation instead.
"I am finished." Finally Ray said in a joyous tone.
He rose from his seat and stood before Bryan. He stretched out his hand and held something before the Russian teen.
"Here, take it." He said with a warm smile.
Bryan took it with trembling fingers. In his hand was a red and black beyblade, with a cutting attack ring and a splendid spin gear. It felt sharp but warm between his fingers. Without looking further he could tell it was a great beyblade, fruit of the latest technological developments. He also had the feeling that the blade would be perfect for him and Floborg.
He asked in a croaking voice, "I can have this?"
"It's made for you." Replied Ray, "I am sorry Drigger ruined your old blade, so I hope this will make up for it. I thought this combination of heavy attack ring and light weight disk would be perfect for your blading style."
There was a blissful silence in the room, drowning out all the tension and resentful feelings. Finally Bryan spoke, and his voice was no longer so cold and steely like the glaciers of Siberia.
"Thanks for everything, Ray." He said quietly.
"You are most welcome." Ray answered with a smile.
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Voltaire was almost afraid when he saw Tom sitting in his office again, occupying his comfortable armchair and twirling a thin wooden rod between his fingers. Tom did not look angry, or even displeased.
"Well, Voltaire. See what I have told you?" Tom said with a sly smile, " You were crashed by those children, and two of your tools manage to escape your control with the help of those pesky children."
Voltaire did not speak. There was an angered and humiliated look on his face. All of his composures seem to vanish. Tom watched with amusement. Making people embarrass themselves seemed to be even more fun than just humiliating them out right.
"However, Voltaire." Tom said easily, "I think it would be well if we simply forget our misfortunes and begin our partnership anew."
"What?" Voltaire turned in utter disbelief, "You would work with me still?"
"Why ever not?" Tom made an exaggerated gesture with his spidery fingers, "I believe such an alliance would prove very useful indeed. You did manage to take six beast spirits, and the ones you control are powerful also."
Voltaire eyed the man before him suspiciously, "What do you want me to do for you, Tom?"
"That is the Voltaire I know, always so eager to get to business." Tom laughed, "But you shouldn't look at me with such suspicion. You must know trust is essential to all relationships."
He leaned closer to Voltaire and his voice turned to a hissing, "But let's talk business. I can do many things for you, Voltaire. I can cover your tracks from those people trying to discover your secrets; I can also give your power beyond your imagination. In return I would like your technology. They shall prove very useful against the not so few enemies of mine."
Voltaire said discontentedly, "But all that is very vague, Tom."
Tom laughed, "Don't worry. Details will come one step at a time. I think you will enjoy working with me."
A sudden flash of light and a popping noise, Tom was gone again. Voltaire stood watching the summer sun of Vancouver from his office, looking distracted.
"You will find me much harder to use than you wish, Tom." He murmured vehemently.
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"Well, it seems our time together is finally over." Kenny said sadly as he slowly drank his juice.
The Blade Breakers were sitting in a lovely countryside garden, enjoying afternoon tea. The mood was slightly heavy, despite the bright sunlight and sweet smell of flowers.
Tyson said, "Why all that gloom, Chief?"
"He is right, Tyson." Ray said casually.
Max said with a little disappointment, "And I hoped for free vacationing here. You promised to take us sight-seeing, Shea."
"I did, didn't I?" Shea said with a far away look in her eyes, "It seemed so long ago, when I first joined you guys and said we should have a fun summer in Canada. Then all those things happened, and I don't think that leaves much time for anything else."
"You guys are just trying to depress yourselves!" Tyson said with his usual enthusiasm.
Shea laughed, "Tyson is right, we need to cheer up. Hey, my promise still holds. If you guys are not busy getting back home, you are welcome to stay. We can still go sight seeing and all that. We still have one and half month of summer left."
"Stay here in Canada?" Kai said sceptically, "With all the press people wanting to know what happened and Voltaire still mad enough to kill us the moment he sees us?"
"Then let's go somewhere else then." Shea said in a cheerful voice, determined to create a chance for her teammates to have a fun summer.
"But where? And how are we going to pay for it?" Kenny asked with some interests.
"All cost on me, and we can go anywhere you guys like." Shea answered firmly.
"Wow!" Max looked at the girl with astonishment, "Anywhere? Are you sure? How could you possibly pay for all of us?"
Shea made a face, "Let's just say my family is considerably wealthy, and my allowance probably excels all of yours together. So you guys take the offer or not?"
"Of course yes!" Tyson shouted and turned to Kai, "So what do you say, captain?"
Kai shrugged, "Fine by me."
The others all nodded and rejoiced at the prospect. It cheered them up to think they could spend the rest of the summer together in peace.
"So where should we go?" Ray asked.
"How about England for a starter?" Shea said, "Then we can travel to other European countries from there. Germany, Austria and the like."
"That's great!" Max said cheerfully, "We can also go visit Robert and his team mates."
"Then England it is!" Shea clapped her hands and said happily.
Tyson shouted, "Finally a real, fun summer vacation!"
They all laughed at that with great mirth. But of course, they had no idea what is awaiting them half an Earth away in England. Nor do they know that they will be swept into a war even darker than the one they are already fighting.
A/N: 'Tis the end, the sweet-sorrow of parting!
Yeah right! But anyway, you can tell I am planning a sequel. More details in the end author's note that will come up soon! And Please REVIEW!