CA: ^___@
Anime: @___^
Quatre: *shaking head* Thanks, Sullimike23. If you hadn't given CA that other plushie... They might have never stopped fighting...
Duo: I'm a little jealous... those black eyes they're sporting are for you, Q-man. Man, what I'd give for devotion like that...
Quatre: Be my guest... it's not all it's cracked up to be...
Anime: Okay! Enough happy grinning! Let's get on with the fic!!! *eats review cheddar and starts typing*
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Ray groaned, clutching his stomach. That was something that brought back lots of memories. In the crowd, by an exit, Bryan smiled, a small twinge of memory lighting in his own eyes. The rest of the Bladebreakers were standing and made to run to Ray. The Chinese boy simply put up one hand and signalled for them not to come any closer. Picking up his blade and wounded pride, the Chinese blader walked back to the bench, his hands still on his stomach.
"That was a low blow, Robert!" Tyson shouted across the stadium when Ray returned. "You had more honour and a sense of fairer play than that!"
"I only care about winning." Robert replied. "And I will achieve it in anyway necessary."
Tyson clenched his fists and turned back to look at his team. Max had a band aid on his cheek and Kathy standing supportively behind him. Ray was sitting down, but giving him a nod and a smile to show he was okay; Mariah next to him with a supportive shoulder and Kathy's first aid kit on her lap. Kai simply nodded.
"Well? Get going."
Tyson turned and ran to the dish, determined to win. He fought Robert before and won. He would win again.
"Be careful out there, Tyson! Robert's not himself!" Enrique called out in the crowd.
"Looks like it's Tyson for the Bladebreakers, AJ. What do you think his chances are in this match?"
"Well, I'd usually say that Tyson had a pretty good chance in this match, Brad. What with his powerful bitbeast, Dragoon and his stubborn streak, Tyson would never give up and accept defeat.
"But now that Robert is with Project Mindset, who knows what could happen?"
"BLADERS! THREE, TWO, ONE.... LET IT RIP!!!"
"Dragoon! Hurry; Phantom Hurricane Attack!"
"Wing Dagger!"
The two bitbeasts came out and released their powerful attacks. Fortunately for Dragoon, he managed to create his hurricane before Gryffolyon could hit him with the Wing Dagger. Unfortunately for Tyson, the feathers were deflected and sliced through the air, barely missing him. Dust rose when the feathers crashed around the boy.
"Tyson!" The Bladebreakers cried out, concerned.
Coughing, Tyson stood up, sporting only a minor scrape on his knee. "Is that the best you got, Robert?! Dragoon, attack!!!"
The blue dragon roared and reared up before hurling itself at the Griffon. Teeth sunk into a wing, causing the lion-bird to screech. Attempting to flap its wing furiously to loosen the dragon's grip, it took off into the air. Dragoon still hung tough. Robert frowned.
"Gryffolyon! You better not lose, or it will be the stocks with you!"
"That's so uncool, Robert! I thought you'd have learnt by now that you have to treat bitbeasts with respect; not like slaves, whether you're under Boris's control or not!"
Dragoon roared, feeling the energy Tyson's rage provided. The white beyblade in which the dragon resided in glowed and spun faster, generating another, more powerful hurricane. The blade reared up, ready to meet the other blade head on.
"DRAGOON... ATTACK!!!"
With a final roar, the blue dragon rushed to the griffin. The blades sent sparks all over the place as they battled. A tiny explosion rocked the dish but surprisingly kept the dish intact. The smoke cleared, revealing the lone white blade spinning and the light blue blade defeated.
"AND ROBERT LOSES THIS ROUND. TEAM PROJECT MINDSET, SEND OUT YOUR THIRD BLADER."
Robert, head hung low, walked back to the team. Like Mark, he was slapped across the face.
"You do not deserve Gryffolyon or your bloodline, Robert Jurgen. You are a disgrace. Sit down." Anya scolded. "Tala. Do not dishonour your Abbey training."
"I won't."
The red head stepped forward, his face staring on indifferently at Tyson. "Hey Tala! I beat you last time and I'll beat ya again! You can count on that!"
"Looks like Tyson's confident he'd beat Tala, AJ."
"And why wouldn't he? Sure, Tala is evil and psychopathic again; and his stats prove himself formidable to any blader, but Tyson did beat the Demolition Boy Captain the previous year."
"Do you think he'll do it this year?"
"If we want any hope of getting out of this.... OW! Watch the shin, kid!"
"BLADERS; THREE.... TWO.... ONE.... LET IT RIPPPP!!!!!"
Tyson punched the air, pumped for the battle. "Dragoon, we can do it! PHANTOM HURRICANE!!!"
"Wolborg; Attack!"
The two blades met head on. Sparks flew as snow and wind mingled and raged. The cold sharpness of the hurricane cut through the air. Most had started rubbing their arms warm and shrugged on jackets. Tyson grinned, ignoring the wind. Kai stepped forward one, shouting over the howl of the wind.
"Don't get cocky, Tyson! You won't win until you stop being over confident and start concentrating!"
On the Project Mindset bench, Anya blinked for a moment. The light in the stadium seemed brighter because of the flying snow. The light glinted off something that hung around Kai's neck. Something delicate and white...
White rose...
~~Pressing her face against cold glass. Fascination. Awe.
"It's just a florist, Anya."
"I know. But look! Roses! White ones..."~~
Boris glanced down at the little device in his hand. The machine started blinking a red warning light. Frowning, the man glanced down at his niece. Her expression was unreadable, but she was looking at Kai. Deciding not to take any chances, Boris turned a knob on the thick wand shaped device. Anya winced slightly, then wiped it off her face. The previous train of thought she had disappeared, like it never happened.
Tala lifted his gun shaped launcher in the air, commanding his bitbeast. "Wolborg! Blitzkrieg!"
"DRAGOON; PHANTOM HURRICANE!!!!"
The bitbeasts collided with plenty of force. Whilst it didn't send the two bladers back into the dimensional rift, it did blow them both off their feet and back. Tyson winced as he pushed himself up. Tala simply stood, no indication of pain visible on his face. The two blades were still going, but Tala raised his arm.
"WOLBORG!!!!"
The wolf howled and emerged from the blade, increasing the intensity of its attack. Dragoon followed suit.
"Finally, we're getting to see some bitbeast action!"
"This is one humdinger of a match, AJ. Both bladers are really determined to be the last man standing!"
"If circumstances were different, I'd say I wouldn't care which blader won today! Both are smoking bladers!"
Claws swiped, teeth gnashed, wind howled and bitbeasts gave their battle cries. Tyson lifted his arm up, pointing at Tala.
"You're going down Tala! We're the Bladebreakers, and we never lose!"
Dragoon roared, as if in agreement with Tyson. Tala sneered. "Really? Well, Project Mindset begs to differ. Wolborg!"
The bitbeasts heard their masters' commands and with one circuit of the dish before the end of the match, both blades crashed into each other. The impact rocked the stadium. Some screamed at the shock. When everything settled, both teams held their breath for the result.
"THE MATCH HAS ENDED IN A TIE! THE NEXT MATCH IS A SUDDEN DEATH DUEL BETWEEN THE REMAINING BLADERS OF PROJECT MINDSET AND THE BLADEBREAKERS!"
"Time out!"
The Bladebreakers turned. Roger was there, making a T with his hand.
"Time out!" Roger called again. Anna looked up to Boris, who nodded and stood up, making his way to the team locker room that did belong to the All Stars. Anna returned to the microphone.
"THERE WILL BE A FIVE MINUTE TIME OUT SESSION BEFORE THE FINAL MATCH."
******
"Roger, what's going on?"
"Yeah; what's with the time out?"
The Bladebreakers were sat in their locker room, all looking at the journalist. He leaned against a locker, sombre.
"I guess I should tell you guys the truth. The truth is, I'm not a journalist. I write freelance articles; true."
"Then, what are you, full time?" Ray asked.
"Full time..." Roger stood up properly and dug into his pocket. Finally, he removed a small card holder, with the BBA logo in the corner and a picture of a smarter looking Roger with combed back hair. "I'm actually an agent for the BBA. At first, I was just doing what I do and love best; writing articles and doing a bit of journalism. But after the breakout, I was called in to do some investigating. I received some documents from the BBA which you might find interesting."
Roger removed a file from his jacket. Opening it to the first page, it was soon clear it was the files Kenny forwarded to the BBA.
"This isn't new to us, Roger. I mean, we were the ones who sent them to the BBA." Tyson commented.
"Yes, but you admitted in your attached e-mail, you guys didn't read all of the report."
"So... what's in it?"
"Of course, details about the experiment. I managed to condense the whole report down to the important points. Like, the project entails the subject's, in this case we'll use your Anya's, mind being bent by an advanced form of sound and brain wave manipulation technology. You've witnessed the procedure, I believe... The procedure, although stronger now with the information kept in Anya..."
"That's something I want to know." Kai spoke up, looking up for the first time. "How is it the information was kept INSIDE Anya? I mean, how can a whole file on how to do some mind alteration experiment be stored in Anya like she was an organic floppy disk?"
"A delicate modus operandi that involved implanting a tiny electronic device holding the information near Anya's brain via the neck and spinal cord. She was tattooed at the point of entry as identification and as a download outlet."
"So that's why she was so sensitive about me grabbing her scarf that time..." Tyson mumbled to himself.
"So what else have you got?" Ray asked.
"As I said before. The procedure, since Anya's return to BIOVOLT, has a stronger hold than the previous experiments. Previous experiments were weaker, subjects were able to escape from the hold. Since Anya's return, the experiment became stronger. But there is one flaw in the experiment. In order to control Anya, the Mind Control Device, for lack of a better name, was created. It controls the intensity of brain and sound wave signals that's sent to Anya's mind."
"How?" Kenny asked, aware he was interrupting but curious.
"The device implanted in Anya's head. It doubles as a receiver for the signals. The device, which I believe is being held by Balkov, can alter how far under control Anya becomes. But, there is a flaw in the whole experiment. Anya's memories and emotions."
"What do you mean?" Kai asked.
Roger cleared his throat and got himself some water before continuing. "Anya's general memories are still intact, and with that, her emotions to those memories. If those memories are triggered, we may be able to help her snap out of the control. If we can do that, then hopefully, you'll be able to win the match. It's the only plan we have."
Max stood up from his seat and walked to Kai, patting him on the shoulder. "It's a good thing you're so close to Anya, then, Kai. You know her better than all of us put together."
"Yeah, Kai! I mean, you stand more of a chance than the rest of us." Tyson added.
Kai lowered his head, thinking. Roger nodded. "It won't be an easy fight, Kai. Anya's pretty deep under her uncle's wrath."
"Don't worry..." Kai muttered. "I'll win. Anya isn't some prize for Boris to flaunt."
******
"Anya. You will win this match. Failure is not an option."
Anya nodded, standing before her uncle. Boris dismissed her and the other three boys after their debriefing. A scientist came in after the team and cleared his throat and held out the thick wand shaped device to Boris. "I've altered it as per your request, sir. But I must warn you; overuse and exceeding the recommended signal strength will result in a loss of control and possible bran damage..."
"Pure technicality. Well done. Now, I think the five minute time out is nearly over. Let's see the Bladebreakers try and win this one..."
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ssykes4000 - Hey! That plushie was mine to begin with! (CA: NO! My plushie!) You have one already!
SulliMike23 - Ah ah ah. *gets Anya and Kai to release their beyblades and bitbeasts* This isn't football; pitch invasions are not allowed!
Mizu_Tenshi - Yah, he's okay. No way was I gonna recreate the Bryan / Ray match!!!
Every Storm Has An End - Yup Yup! Five of my muses are the Gundam Wing boys!! Chi and Verbrennen just turned up one day...
ShadowYami - (Anya: *green eyed monster returns...*) Gods, you had to encourage her, didn't you...
Anime: Three... two... one...
Anya: YAMA!!! YOU KEEP YOUR HENTAI SODDEN HANDS AWAY!!!!!
Duo: *sniggers* Nice joke, SY...
Anime: Trust you to like it...
Duo: What...? You didn't appoint me as Hentai Muse for nuthin' you know...
Anime: *slaps forehead as Duo keeps poking fun at Anya.*
Anime: @___^
Quatre: *shaking head* Thanks, Sullimike23. If you hadn't given CA that other plushie... They might have never stopped fighting...
Duo: I'm a little jealous... those black eyes they're sporting are for you, Q-man. Man, what I'd give for devotion like that...
Quatre: Be my guest... it's not all it's cracked up to be...
Anime: Okay! Enough happy grinning! Let's get on with the fic!!! *eats review cheddar and starts typing*
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Ray groaned, clutching his stomach. That was something that brought back lots of memories. In the crowd, by an exit, Bryan smiled, a small twinge of memory lighting in his own eyes. The rest of the Bladebreakers were standing and made to run to Ray. The Chinese boy simply put up one hand and signalled for them not to come any closer. Picking up his blade and wounded pride, the Chinese blader walked back to the bench, his hands still on his stomach.
"That was a low blow, Robert!" Tyson shouted across the stadium when Ray returned. "You had more honour and a sense of fairer play than that!"
"I only care about winning." Robert replied. "And I will achieve it in anyway necessary."
Tyson clenched his fists and turned back to look at his team. Max had a band aid on his cheek and Kathy standing supportively behind him. Ray was sitting down, but giving him a nod and a smile to show he was okay; Mariah next to him with a supportive shoulder and Kathy's first aid kit on her lap. Kai simply nodded.
"Well? Get going."
Tyson turned and ran to the dish, determined to win. He fought Robert before and won. He would win again.
"Be careful out there, Tyson! Robert's not himself!" Enrique called out in the crowd.
"Looks like it's Tyson for the Bladebreakers, AJ. What do you think his chances are in this match?"
"Well, I'd usually say that Tyson had a pretty good chance in this match, Brad. What with his powerful bitbeast, Dragoon and his stubborn streak, Tyson would never give up and accept defeat.
"But now that Robert is with Project Mindset, who knows what could happen?"
"BLADERS! THREE, TWO, ONE.... LET IT RIP!!!"
"Dragoon! Hurry; Phantom Hurricane Attack!"
"Wing Dagger!"
The two bitbeasts came out and released their powerful attacks. Fortunately for Dragoon, he managed to create his hurricane before Gryffolyon could hit him with the Wing Dagger. Unfortunately for Tyson, the feathers were deflected and sliced through the air, barely missing him. Dust rose when the feathers crashed around the boy.
"Tyson!" The Bladebreakers cried out, concerned.
Coughing, Tyson stood up, sporting only a minor scrape on his knee. "Is that the best you got, Robert?! Dragoon, attack!!!"
The blue dragon roared and reared up before hurling itself at the Griffon. Teeth sunk into a wing, causing the lion-bird to screech. Attempting to flap its wing furiously to loosen the dragon's grip, it took off into the air. Dragoon still hung tough. Robert frowned.
"Gryffolyon! You better not lose, or it will be the stocks with you!"
"That's so uncool, Robert! I thought you'd have learnt by now that you have to treat bitbeasts with respect; not like slaves, whether you're under Boris's control or not!"
Dragoon roared, feeling the energy Tyson's rage provided. The white beyblade in which the dragon resided in glowed and spun faster, generating another, more powerful hurricane. The blade reared up, ready to meet the other blade head on.
"DRAGOON... ATTACK!!!"
With a final roar, the blue dragon rushed to the griffin. The blades sent sparks all over the place as they battled. A tiny explosion rocked the dish but surprisingly kept the dish intact. The smoke cleared, revealing the lone white blade spinning and the light blue blade defeated.
"AND ROBERT LOSES THIS ROUND. TEAM PROJECT MINDSET, SEND OUT YOUR THIRD BLADER."
Robert, head hung low, walked back to the team. Like Mark, he was slapped across the face.
"You do not deserve Gryffolyon or your bloodline, Robert Jurgen. You are a disgrace. Sit down." Anya scolded. "Tala. Do not dishonour your Abbey training."
"I won't."
The red head stepped forward, his face staring on indifferently at Tyson. "Hey Tala! I beat you last time and I'll beat ya again! You can count on that!"
"Looks like Tyson's confident he'd beat Tala, AJ."
"And why wouldn't he? Sure, Tala is evil and psychopathic again; and his stats prove himself formidable to any blader, but Tyson did beat the Demolition Boy Captain the previous year."
"Do you think he'll do it this year?"
"If we want any hope of getting out of this.... OW! Watch the shin, kid!"
"BLADERS; THREE.... TWO.... ONE.... LET IT RIPPPP!!!!!"
Tyson punched the air, pumped for the battle. "Dragoon, we can do it! PHANTOM HURRICANE!!!"
"Wolborg; Attack!"
The two blades met head on. Sparks flew as snow and wind mingled and raged. The cold sharpness of the hurricane cut through the air. Most had started rubbing their arms warm and shrugged on jackets. Tyson grinned, ignoring the wind. Kai stepped forward one, shouting over the howl of the wind.
"Don't get cocky, Tyson! You won't win until you stop being over confident and start concentrating!"
On the Project Mindset bench, Anya blinked for a moment. The light in the stadium seemed brighter because of the flying snow. The light glinted off something that hung around Kai's neck. Something delicate and white...
White rose...
~~Pressing her face against cold glass. Fascination. Awe.
"It's just a florist, Anya."
"I know. But look! Roses! White ones..."~~
Boris glanced down at the little device in his hand. The machine started blinking a red warning light. Frowning, the man glanced down at his niece. Her expression was unreadable, but she was looking at Kai. Deciding not to take any chances, Boris turned a knob on the thick wand shaped device. Anya winced slightly, then wiped it off her face. The previous train of thought she had disappeared, like it never happened.
Tala lifted his gun shaped launcher in the air, commanding his bitbeast. "Wolborg! Blitzkrieg!"
"DRAGOON; PHANTOM HURRICANE!!!!"
The bitbeasts collided with plenty of force. Whilst it didn't send the two bladers back into the dimensional rift, it did blow them both off their feet and back. Tyson winced as he pushed himself up. Tala simply stood, no indication of pain visible on his face. The two blades were still going, but Tala raised his arm.
"WOLBORG!!!!"
The wolf howled and emerged from the blade, increasing the intensity of its attack. Dragoon followed suit.
"Finally, we're getting to see some bitbeast action!"
"This is one humdinger of a match, AJ. Both bladers are really determined to be the last man standing!"
"If circumstances were different, I'd say I wouldn't care which blader won today! Both are smoking bladers!"
Claws swiped, teeth gnashed, wind howled and bitbeasts gave their battle cries. Tyson lifted his arm up, pointing at Tala.
"You're going down Tala! We're the Bladebreakers, and we never lose!"
Dragoon roared, as if in agreement with Tyson. Tala sneered. "Really? Well, Project Mindset begs to differ. Wolborg!"
The bitbeasts heard their masters' commands and with one circuit of the dish before the end of the match, both blades crashed into each other. The impact rocked the stadium. Some screamed at the shock. When everything settled, both teams held their breath for the result.
"THE MATCH HAS ENDED IN A TIE! THE NEXT MATCH IS A SUDDEN DEATH DUEL BETWEEN THE REMAINING BLADERS OF PROJECT MINDSET AND THE BLADEBREAKERS!"
"Time out!"
The Bladebreakers turned. Roger was there, making a T with his hand.
"Time out!" Roger called again. Anna looked up to Boris, who nodded and stood up, making his way to the team locker room that did belong to the All Stars. Anna returned to the microphone.
"THERE WILL BE A FIVE MINUTE TIME OUT SESSION BEFORE THE FINAL MATCH."
******
"Roger, what's going on?"
"Yeah; what's with the time out?"
The Bladebreakers were sat in their locker room, all looking at the journalist. He leaned against a locker, sombre.
"I guess I should tell you guys the truth. The truth is, I'm not a journalist. I write freelance articles; true."
"Then, what are you, full time?" Ray asked.
"Full time..." Roger stood up properly and dug into his pocket. Finally, he removed a small card holder, with the BBA logo in the corner and a picture of a smarter looking Roger with combed back hair. "I'm actually an agent for the BBA. At first, I was just doing what I do and love best; writing articles and doing a bit of journalism. But after the breakout, I was called in to do some investigating. I received some documents from the BBA which you might find interesting."
Roger removed a file from his jacket. Opening it to the first page, it was soon clear it was the files Kenny forwarded to the BBA.
"This isn't new to us, Roger. I mean, we were the ones who sent them to the BBA." Tyson commented.
"Yes, but you admitted in your attached e-mail, you guys didn't read all of the report."
"So... what's in it?"
"Of course, details about the experiment. I managed to condense the whole report down to the important points. Like, the project entails the subject's, in this case we'll use your Anya's, mind being bent by an advanced form of sound and brain wave manipulation technology. You've witnessed the procedure, I believe... The procedure, although stronger now with the information kept in Anya..."
"That's something I want to know." Kai spoke up, looking up for the first time. "How is it the information was kept INSIDE Anya? I mean, how can a whole file on how to do some mind alteration experiment be stored in Anya like she was an organic floppy disk?"
"A delicate modus operandi that involved implanting a tiny electronic device holding the information near Anya's brain via the neck and spinal cord. She was tattooed at the point of entry as identification and as a download outlet."
"So that's why she was so sensitive about me grabbing her scarf that time..." Tyson mumbled to himself.
"So what else have you got?" Ray asked.
"As I said before. The procedure, since Anya's return to BIOVOLT, has a stronger hold than the previous experiments. Previous experiments were weaker, subjects were able to escape from the hold. Since Anya's return, the experiment became stronger. But there is one flaw in the experiment. In order to control Anya, the Mind Control Device, for lack of a better name, was created. It controls the intensity of brain and sound wave signals that's sent to Anya's mind."
"How?" Kenny asked, aware he was interrupting but curious.
"The device implanted in Anya's head. It doubles as a receiver for the signals. The device, which I believe is being held by Balkov, can alter how far under control Anya becomes. But, there is a flaw in the whole experiment. Anya's memories and emotions."
"What do you mean?" Kai asked.
Roger cleared his throat and got himself some water before continuing. "Anya's general memories are still intact, and with that, her emotions to those memories. If those memories are triggered, we may be able to help her snap out of the control. If we can do that, then hopefully, you'll be able to win the match. It's the only plan we have."
Max stood up from his seat and walked to Kai, patting him on the shoulder. "It's a good thing you're so close to Anya, then, Kai. You know her better than all of us put together."
"Yeah, Kai! I mean, you stand more of a chance than the rest of us." Tyson added.
Kai lowered his head, thinking. Roger nodded. "It won't be an easy fight, Kai. Anya's pretty deep under her uncle's wrath."
"Don't worry..." Kai muttered. "I'll win. Anya isn't some prize for Boris to flaunt."
******
"Anya. You will win this match. Failure is not an option."
Anya nodded, standing before her uncle. Boris dismissed her and the other three boys after their debriefing. A scientist came in after the team and cleared his throat and held out the thick wand shaped device to Boris. "I've altered it as per your request, sir. But I must warn you; overuse and exceeding the recommended signal strength will result in a loss of control and possible bran damage..."
"Pure technicality. Well done. Now, I think the five minute time out is nearly over. Let's see the Bladebreakers try and win this one..."
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ssykes4000 - Hey! That plushie was mine to begin with! (CA: NO! My plushie!) You have one already!
SulliMike23 - Ah ah ah. *gets Anya and Kai to release their beyblades and bitbeasts* This isn't football; pitch invasions are not allowed!
Mizu_Tenshi - Yah, he's okay. No way was I gonna recreate the Bryan / Ray match!!!
Every Storm Has An End - Yup Yup! Five of my muses are the Gundam Wing boys!! Chi and Verbrennen just turned up one day...
ShadowYami - (Anya: *green eyed monster returns...*) Gods, you had to encourage her, didn't you...
Anime: Three... two... one...
Anya: YAMA!!! YOU KEEP YOUR HENTAI SODDEN HANDS AWAY!!!!!
Duo: *sniggers* Nice joke, SY...
Anime: Trust you to like it...
Duo: What...? You didn't appoint me as Hentai Muse for nuthin' you know...
Anime: *slaps forehead as Duo keeps poking fun at Anya.*