Emptiness
By: Black Dranzer
".." speaking and thinking
//..// Russian or other language translations (not jap tho)
++..++ speaking and thinking of non-human beings
~*~*~*~ Scene Change ~*~*~*~
~~flashback sequences~~
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. I only own any of the characters that you haven't seen in the original Beyblade series.
In the last chapter of Emptiness:
(("Dimitri," the boy whispered as he held the picture closer to him.))
((++Your doubts are useless,++ Black Dranzer's looming form appeared once again, ++For the time for spiritual consumption is close at hand. As soon as I have 'feasted' enough, this body will be mine,++))
(("Schneider?" Johnny asked, "What's that?"
"My bit beast," the man replied as he fumbled around his clothes and brought out a flaming-orange beyblade.
That reminded Johnny of something and he searched around his own pockets, searching for Salamulyon.
The feeling of smooth metal met his fingers and he pulled his beyblade out, only to find that the bit had been taken away.
"Noticed eh?" Kyle said bitterly, "Boris isn't a fool to let us keep our bit beasts."
Johnny then noticed that the man's beyblade was missing its bit as well.))
((Looking up, Johnny was surprised to see Bryan standing in front of the cell with his arms crossed.
As if noticing the look, Bryan glared at Johnny openly, "Is there something wrong with your eyes?"
"No," Johnny replied with his own glare, "But why did you-?"
"If you think I'm doing it for your benefit, think again," Bryan replied as he started to walk away, "I'm just making sure that you are whole and intact before the 'feast'. 'She' doesn't like her meals to be harmed before she does the damage,"
A cold laugh followed, sending chills down Johnny's back.
Feast? She? What was Bryan talking about?))
((To their surprise, Bryan laughed.
"Don't think that you can affect me with your meaningless words," he said as he turned to face them, eyes glinting dangerously, "My heart can't ache after all these years. I've already thrown it away the day Dimitri died,"
"He didn't die," Kyle replied softly, sympathy haunting his voice.))
((++I suppose I have kept this secret long enough,++ Dranzer said quietly as it spread its wings and wrapped them around a surprised Kai.
"Secret?" the boy asked. The thought of pushing Dranzer away occurred in the back of his mind, but he knew that he really didn't want to.
++I must not go into direct detail,++ Dranzer said, ++The 'prophecy' does not allow it, but you have to know, even if it is a rough summary,++))
(("It doesn't matter if I know him or not," he said with insolence, "As far as I know, he never served his role well,"
Dranzer suddenly screeched out with what sounded to Kai like a roar of fury.
++How dare you look down upon your father like that?++ it demanded, in a tone Kai had never heard before, ++Do you know why he couldn't be here by your side today? Do you know why you hardly remember his face at all?++))
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Tear
Note: Chapter title can be pronounced 'tare', as in to tear apart, or 'teer' as in teardrops. Both can apply to the theme of this chapter.
Voltaire sat in his black limousine as he awaited his arrival at Balkov Abbey. He wore a deep frown on his face as he neared his destination. Every time he came to this place, a bad memory would stab his heart. With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes. The car continued on its slow, droning journey, once in a while slightly rocking from a rock on the road. The calm almost frightened the man, as he has seen more chaotic things in his life than he could count.
In a few moments, the car slowly decelerated to a stop, signaling their arrival.
"Master Voltaire," an abbey worker said as he opened the door, and showed the man inside, "Should I go inform Master Boris?"
"Yes," Voltaire replied, "Tell him I will be waiting in the main lounge,"
The abbey worker bowed and walked down the hall, his back disappearing into the gloom. Voltaire then continued his way towards the center of the main building, towards the main lounge. He knew the Abbey well and had memorized most of its layout. Suddenly, without warning, somebody ran down the hall in front of him, in a blur. The figure's panting could be heard slowly disappearing as they hastened further down the hall.
Voltaire raised an eyebrow at this, curious of whom that figure was. He decided that Boris could wait and followed the path the figure had taken. With quick steps, he trailed after the sound of running footsteps. He then heard a door open and close in the hall in front of him. Rounding the corner, the man saw that he had arrived at one of the training facilities.
~*~*~*~
In the battle dish located outside the McGregor Mansion, Tyson, Ray and Max faced off against Robert, Oliver and Enrique.
Their six beyblades randomly bashed at each other until Enrique lead the first attack.
"Amphylion! Double Fang attack!" the blonde shouted. His bit beast responded by bursting out of its bit chip and fly towards the Bladebreakers'.
"Draciel! Metal Ball Defence!" the other blonde retaliated, ending Amphylion and Draciel in a struggle for power.
"Driger!" Ray called, "Tiger Claw!" the white tiger roared and charged towards the two bit beasts, only to be knocked aside by Unicolyon.
"I'll be your opponent this time," Oliver smiled.
Ray grinned, "Okay, but you better watch out!"
"Earth Shake!" Oliver shouted, while Ray and Driger came at them with their own Tiger Claw attack.
"Guess that just leaves us," Tyson smirked at Robert.
"I'll be honored to battle you," Robert replied with his own grin, then added, "But I'll be more honored to defeat you,"
"We'll see," Tyson replied, "Dragoon! Phantom Hurricane!"
"Wing Dagger Griffolyon!" came Robert's response.
The three pairs of battling bit beasts hovered the beydish, brightly lighting up the whole area.
Jackie looked on with a hint of jealousy, "I wish I could join in," she thought with a sigh, but she checked her shoulder blade and found that it still slightly hurt when she moved it. With a disappointed face, she turned her attention back to the battle.
"Attack!" everyone shouted at once.
The battle ended with a grand display of lights as three beyblades were knocked out of the beystadium.
The six boys stared at the dish as Jackie rushed over to see the results.
Her first look revealed the Bladebreakers' beyblades spinning outside of the dish. Then, she spotted the Majestics' beyblades lying motionless inside of the dish.
"That was a major tie," Max commented.
"Who would've guessed?" Enrique laughed.
"Want to go again?" Tyson challenged.
"Of course," Robert replied.
A new battle started as the six beyblades were once again shot into the dish. Jackie sighed again and sat down on the grass to watch.
"I wish I could help more Johnny," she thought sadly, "Especially since the battle is going to be so soon,"
~*~*~*~
Bryan stood in the center of the room, with his hands gripping the sides of his head.
"Why does everything have to fall at a time like this?" he thought to himself, "Why now?"
He had hoped that he could shut that part of his life out forever. But it seemed time had to disagree.
With a roar, he shot his beyblade out with great force, slamming it against the wall, creating a giant crater. He let his anger seep through Falborg's attacks, though the nag at his mind would not go away.
"There must be a way," he thought, and suddenly remembered something someone had said to him some long time ago.
~~FLASHBACK~~
"Numb your pain with more pain, that is the only way the first will go away."
~~END FLASHBACK~~
With that, Bryan glared at Falborg and commanded, "Strike! I command you to!"
Falborg hesitated for a moment before it gathered pressure in the air around it. Once it launched its attack, Falborg's beyblade followed to attack its target – Bryan.
The boy closed his eyes as the vicious winds and the added sharp edges of Falborg's beyblade slashed against him, drops of blood flying all around him.
"Yes, you were right," Bryan laughed to the voice he had remembered, "Let this pain replace my other,"
But it did not satisfy him. The numbing feeling down in the deep hole of his heart still overshadowed the physical damage being done to his body.
"I need more!" he thought almost desperately, "This is not enough!"
"Is this really what you want?" a sudden voice trespassed into his thoughts, "Do you really want to stain your hands with even more blood?"
"Who's there?" Bryan shouted, only to come face to face with a boy. He noticed immediately that the boy was transparent, though that didn't surprise him the most. It was the fact that the boy looked exactly like himself, six years ago.
The boy looked up at him with big, round eyes, then he reached out his hand and said, "They're red. They're covered in red,"
Bryan backed off, seeing the red stains on the little boy's hands.
"No," he said, "Stop this!"
But the little boy just continued to say, "They're red..They're red,"
"I don't care! Stay back!" Bryan shouted back.
The little boy suddenly stopped and put down his hands. "Yours are red too," Then he faded, leaving Bryan looking down at his own hands.
There was fear somewhere in the other emotions mixed in his eyes. He completely ignored the slashes Falborg continued to make and looked at his hands.
"They're red," he said in disbelief, he lifted his face away from his hands, the hands that held the bloodstains that haunted him to no end.
The door to the room suddenly opened, and a figure stepped in. In the gloom, Bryan could only make out the figure's tall structure.
"Stay away," he said, as he held out his hands, "Stay away!"
Falborg, sensing Bryan's desperateness, jumped up and landed between the figure and its master.
"Don't do anything foolish boy," the figure said.
Bryan just continued to stare at his hands and then back at the figure. He recognized the voice, the voice that forced him to commit the crime that has left him broken.
"They're red," he continued to chant, just like the little boy that had appeared before him.
The figure seemed to hesitate, before stepping forward.
"Attack him! Don't let him get near!" Bryan cried out.
Falborg's dangerous attack ring spun at full force and begun its ascent to the throat of the figure.
The figure gave a gasp of surprise before moving as quickly as possible out of the weapon's way. Though it only grazed the figure's cheek, the blood on the beyblade's attack ring was evident as it returned to its master's side.
"Red," Bryan whispered as he stared at Falborg, then, as if losing the last bit of will to stay sane, he screamed, "Everything is red!"
That was enough to summon the strongest of Falborg's attacks as it prepared to attack.
Bryan, on the other hand had both his hands on each side of his skull, as if he wanted to claw out his brain.
"Not again," he said, "I don't want to see more red,"
Falborg took that as an order to attack and sent its giant gust of wind at the figure.
A loud crashing sound was heard as the ferocious blast drove itself into the ground where the figure was standing.
Smoke and debris flew everywhere, some landing around Bryan who is now kneeling on the ground, panting.
The look of great shock was still on his face when a figure walked up to him. He didn't retaliate as a pair of hands lifted him up to his feet.
"They're red," was all he said as his hollow face looked lifelessly at the ground.
"What is going on here? I do not want-"Boris' voice rose as he stepped into the room, but he stopped immediately seeing the scenario laid before him. A cracked wall, Spencer supporting Bryan, who seemed to be out of it, and Ian standing in front of Voltaire with Wyborg forming a protective barrier with its long body.
With the moment of shock gone, Boris quickly walked over to Voltaire while Ian summoned Wyborg back to his hand, "Are you alright Voltaire-sama?"
"I will be quite alright," the older man growled as he rubbed his bleeding cheek with the back of a hand, "But you will need to teach more discipline to that boy," he finished pointing to Bryan.
Boris nodded as he called over an abbey worker to help Voltaire bandage his cheek. When the two were gone, Boris turned back to the boys. He spoke to Ian first, "Tell me exactly what happened, and I want all of the details,"
"We are not sure ourselves, Sir, but we had heard a crashing coming from this direction about two minutes ago, so Spencer and I came to check it out." the boy explained, "When we arrived, we only had time to stop Falborg's attack before it hit Voltaire-sama, nothing else has been made clear yet,"
Boris frowned even more at that explanation and glared at Bryan. He walked over to the boy and lifted him off the ground by his collar.
"What do you think you were doing?" he growled into Bryan's face.
Bryan remained limp as he just repeated quietly, "It was red,"
An eyebrow rose at that, but the man threw Bryan back onto the ground in disgust, "I have no time for this, take him back to your room and I will come to question him further,"
"Yes sir," Spencer replied and lifted Bryan off of the ground, helping him as they walked towards their room.
Boris rubbed his temples in impatience, "To think something like this happened right before the tournament is about to start," he growled. Though, he lifted his eyes and looked at the crater in the wall caused by the boy's beyblade. Upon further inspection, the man found that the crater was wider than he had expected, and much deeper too. Dust fell randomly as the wall staggered under the pressure the beyblade had created.
"It can't be that 'red' refers to..no I suppose not," the man thought to himself, though his voice sounded doubtful.
~*~*~*~
A swirl of black twisted itself into Kazuki's dream. Little shocks of static once in a while jolted her vision, but the thread of black finally settled itself in her sight.
It was like a film negative, slots slowly moving by, and then gaining speed, finally displaying moving figures.
Kazuki was surprised to find she was looking through another person's pair of eyes. It made no sense, but she was curious as to what was going to happen next.
She could see that all around her were dark bubbles that rose randomly at a slow pace. A familiar scene was brought to her eyes. A lab with scientists in lab coats and the glass tube that separated her from the outside, just like when she was turned into a cyborg.
Suddenly, she felt the body she was in move and jerk, as if wanting to be freed. She felt her eyes move around frantically and the room became a constantly moving blur.
"Secure the test subject! Use a paralyzing injection!" a voice shouted over the sound of more bubbles arising. A feeling of numbness surrounded her and Kazuki felt the body weaken, and then stop struggling.
"What's going on?" Kazuki thought. She could feel almost every detail of the occurrences as if they were happening to her. She tried to shake herself awake, but it seemed that it was more than a dream she was in, more like a memory. But this had never happened to her before.
"Come now little one," a voice said as Kazuki looked up to see a familiar man, "Don't fret around, you are about to become much more than you currently are,"
If she could gasp, that would be exactly what Kazuki would have done. The man standing in front of her was, Boris. It wasn't the current him, more like him when he was when he was ten years younger. But even without his bat-shaped mask, Kazuki could feel the darkness that constantly surrounds him, though it isn't as strong.
Kazuki looked on helplessly as she felt the eyes look at Boris' face, then turn away. She heard Boris chuckle, then saw the man walk to appear in front of her vision again. This time, the eyes didn't look away, but glared darkly at him instead.
"Very feisty I see," Boris commented as he wrote a few notes down on his papers, "But that's exactly what I need,"
The eyes rested on Boris' face for a few moments before the man turned away to walk towards a computer at the back of the room. That moment left the glass in front of her glinting in the dim light, showing a reflection. Kazuki saw that the body she was occupying was not a human, but a kind of large bird, the color of ebonite. Cables were connected all over its wings and body, but Kazuki could see its red eyes staring back from its reflection and the hatred it shed.
"What is going on here?" Kazuki wondered, "Why would father experiment on an animal?" Even as she thought this, she recognized something familiar with the body she was in.
A sudden jolt to her temporary body shocked her for a moment and she heard herself screech out in pain.
"Increase Data Transfer to 60%," Boris' voice rang over her screams.
"Data Transfer increased," another scientist confirmed, "Subject's pulse is rising by 20% per minute,"
The continuous increase of shock inside of her made Kazuki herself scream as well, even if she knew it wasn't real, it still hurt very much.
"Accelerate the Data Transfer to full power," Boris then said with excitement, "You'll become my most successful experiment yet, B-"
Every sound was suddenly cut off by a dreadful silence.
++You shouldn't have seen that,++ Black Dranzer's voice said, snapping Kazuki's eyes open to the real world.
"Wha-?" she asked, confusion covering her face, "What was that all about?" She pulled her arms around her, remembering the numbing pain brought by her vision.
++It was nothing,++ Black Dranzer replied, wrapping a comforting arm around Kazuki, ++Nothing but a bad nightmare,++
Kazuki gave in to the explanation without thought, but something still nagged her. The 'dream' seemed too real. Every detail happened as if it were etched into her memory.
++Forget it,++ Black Dranzer insisted, ++Let us go take our mind off of this. We could go to the training facilities and sharpen your skills. You would want to please your father by taking victory in the Scottish tournament wouldn't you?++
"Yes, I suppose mother," Kazuki replied slowly. She got up from her bed and took out her beyblade as well as her bow launcher. Stringing her launcher around her shoulder, she made her way to the training room.
As she did so, Black Dranzer cursed at the back of her mind, ++How could she have tapped into my memory reserve? I never knew master Boris had created such an advance program that could draw out data with such force. He must have installed the most sophisticated programming into her mainframe. But no matter the strength of her power, I will conquer this body. Revenge must be achieved.++
~*~*~*~
Dranzer, resting within his bit gave a start as a pain jabbed his chest. He knew immediately what it meant. It could feel every single pain that its darker clone feels.
++Black Dranzer,++ he thought with sympathetic eyes, ++I can feel the torment 'he' has brought to you, but you must not be blinded. You know he was only doing it to achieve the thing most precious to him.++
A sigh escaped him as he spread his wings, ++But I know that fate has chosen us three to be the ones to take on the 'prophecy'. So I must not allow you, the 'darkness', to prevail over the 'light'. I was chosen to be free to choose whom I stand behind, and I have chosen the 'light', but know that the flame shines as well as casts a shadow.++
With that thought, Dranzer gave a brilliant glow that radiated around the room he was in, shining on its master.
++This generation will be the last that suffers from our quarrel,++ he thought as the boy's sleeping features could be perceived, ++We cannot allow more deaths to tear those who are innocent apart,++
~~To be continued~~
By: Black Dranzer
".." speaking and thinking
//..// Russian or other language translations (not jap tho)
++..++ speaking and thinking of non-human beings
~*~*~*~ Scene Change ~*~*~*~
~~flashback sequences~~
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. I only own any of the characters that you haven't seen in the original Beyblade series.
In the last chapter of Emptiness:
(("Dimitri," the boy whispered as he held the picture closer to him.))
((++Your doubts are useless,++ Black Dranzer's looming form appeared once again, ++For the time for spiritual consumption is close at hand. As soon as I have 'feasted' enough, this body will be mine,++))
(("Schneider?" Johnny asked, "What's that?"
"My bit beast," the man replied as he fumbled around his clothes and brought out a flaming-orange beyblade.
That reminded Johnny of something and he searched around his own pockets, searching for Salamulyon.
The feeling of smooth metal met his fingers and he pulled his beyblade out, only to find that the bit had been taken away.
"Noticed eh?" Kyle said bitterly, "Boris isn't a fool to let us keep our bit beasts."
Johnny then noticed that the man's beyblade was missing its bit as well.))
((Looking up, Johnny was surprised to see Bryan standing in front of the cell with his arms crossed.
As if noticing the look, Bryan glared at Johnny openly, "Is there something wrong with your eyes?"
"No," Johnny replied with his own glare, "But why did you-?"
"If you think I'm doing it for your benefit, think again," Bryan replied as he started to walk away, "I'm just making sure that you are whole and intact before the 'feast'. 'She' doesn't like her meals to be harmed before she does the damage,"
A cold laugh followed, sending chills down Johnny's back.
Feast? She? What was Bryan talking about?))
((To their surprise, Bryan laughed.
"Don't think that you can affect me with your meaningless words," he said as he turned to face them, eyes glinting dangerously, "My heart can't ache after all these years. I've already thrown it away the day Dimitri died,"
"He didn't die," Kyle replied softly, sympathy haunting his voice.))
((++I suppose I have kept this secret long enough,++ Dranzer said quietly as it spread its wings and wrapped them around a surprised Kai.
"Secret?" the boy asked. The thought of pushing Dranzer away occurred in the back of his mind, but he knew that he really didn't want to.
++I must not go into direct detail,++ Dranzer said, ++The 'prophecy' does not allow it, but you have to know, even if it is a rough summary,++))
(("It doesn't matter if I know him or not," he said with insolence, "As far as I know, he never served his role well,"
Dranzer suddenly screeched out with what sounded to Kai like a roar of fury.
++How dare you look down upon your father like that?++ it demanded, in a tone Kai had never heard before, ++Do you know why he couldn't be here by your side today? Do you know why you hardly remember his face at all?++))
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Tear
Note: Chapter title can be pronounced 'tare', as in to tear apart, or 'teer' as in teardrops. Both can apply to the theme of this chapter.
Voltaire sat in his black limousine as he awaited his arrival at Balkov Abbey. He wore a deep frown on his face as he neared his destination. Every time he came to this place, a bad memory would stab his heart. With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes. The car continued on its slow, droning journey, once in a while slightly rocking from a rock on the road. The calm almost frightened the man, as he has seen more chaotic things in his life than he could count.
In a few moments, the car slowly decelerated to a stop, signaling their arrival.
"Master Voltaire," an abbey worker said as he opened the door, and showed the man inside, "Should I go inform Master Boris?"
"Yes," Voltaire replied, "Tell him I will be waiting in the main lounge,"
The abbey worker bowed and walked down the hall, his back disappearing into the gloom. Voltaire then continued his way towards the center of the main building, towards the main lounge. He knew the Abbey well and had memorized most of its layout. Suddenly, without warning, somebody ran down the hall in front of him, in a blur. The figure's panting could be heard slowly disappearing as they hastened further down the hall.
Voltaire raised an eyebrow at this, curious of whom that figure was. He decided that Boris could wait and followed the path the figure had taken. With quick steps, he trailed after the sound of running footsteps. He then heard a door open and close in the hall in front of him. Rounding the corner, the man saw that he had arrived at one of the training facilities.
~*~*~*~
In the battle dish located outside the McGregor Mansion, Tyson, Ray and Max faced off against Robert, Oliver and Enrique.
Their six beyblades randomly bashed at each other until Enrique lead the first attack.
"Amphylion! Double Fang attack!" the blonde shouted. His bit beast responded by bursting out of its bit chip and fly towards the Bladebreakers'.
"Draciel! Metal Ball Defence!" the other blonde retaliated, ending Amphylion and Draciel in a struggle for power.
"Driger!" Ray called, "Tiger Claw!" the white tiger roared and charged towards the two bit beasts, only to be knocked aside by Unicolyon.
"I'll be your opponent this time," Oliver smiled.
Ray grinned, "Okay, but you better watch out!"
"Earth Shake!" Oliver shouted, while Ray and Driger came at them with their own Tiger Claw attack.
"Guess that just leaves us," Tyson smirked at Robert.
"I'll be honored to battle you," Robert replied with his own grin, then added, "But I'll be more honored to defeat you,"
"We'll see," Tyson replied, "Dragoon! Phantom Hurricane!"
"Wing Dagger Griffolyon!" came Robert's response.
The three pairs of battling bit beasts hovered the beydish, brightly lighting up the whole area.
Jackie looked on with a hint of jealousy, "I wish I could join in," she thought with a sigh, but she checked her shoulder blade and found that it still slightly hurt when she moved it. With a disappointed face, she turned her attention back to the battle.
"Attack!" everyone shouted at once.
The battle ended with a grand display of lights as three beyblades were knocked out of the beystadium.
The six boys stared at the dish as Jackie rushed over to see the results.
Her first look revealed the Bladebreakers' beyblades spinning outside of the dish. Then, she spotted the Majestics' beyblades lying motionless inside of the dish.
"That was a major tie," Max commented.
"Who would've guessed?" Enrique laughed.
"Want to go again?" Tyson challenged.
"Of course," Robert replied.
A new battle started as the six beyblades were once again shot into the dish. Jackie sighed again and sat down on the grass to watch.
"I wish I could help more Johnny," she thought sadly, "Especially since the battle is going to be so soon,"
~*~*~*~
Bryan stood in the center of the room, with his hands gripping the sides of his head.
"Why does everything have to fall at a time like this?" he thought to himself, "Why now?"
He had hoped that he could shut that part of his life out forever. But it seemed time had to disagree.
With a roar, he shot his beyblade out with great force, slamming it against the wall, creating a giant crater. He let his anger seep through Falborg's attacks, though the nag at his mind would not go away.
"There must be a way," he thought, and suddenly remembered something someone had said to him some long time ago.
~~FLASHBACK~~
"Numb your pain with more pain, that is the only way the first will go away."
~~END FLASHBACK~~
With that, Bryan glared at Falborg and commanded, "Strike! I command you to!"
Falborg hesitated for a moment before it gathered pressure in the air around it. Once it launched its attack, Falborg's beyblade followed to attack its target – Bryan.
The boy closed his eyes as the vicious winds and the added sharp edges of Falborg's beyblade slashed against him, drops of blood flying all around him.
"Yes, you were right," Bryan laughed to the voice he had remembered, "Let this pain replace my other,"
But it did not satisfy him. The numbing feeling down in the deep hole of his heart still overshadowed the physical damage being done to his body.
"I need more!" he thought almost desperately, "This is not enough!"
"Is this really what you want?" a sudden voice trespassed into his thoughts, "Do you really want to stain your hands with even more blood?"
"Who's there?" Bryan shouted, only to come face to face with a boy. He noticed immediately that the boy was transparent, though that didn't surprise him the most. It was the fact that the boy looked exactly like himself, six years ago.
The boy looked up at him with big, round eyes, then he reached out his hand and said, "They're red. They're covered in red,"
Bryan backed off, seeing the red stains on the little boy's hands.
"No," he said, "Stop this!"
But the little boy just continued to say, "They're red..They're red,"
"I don't care! Stay back!" Bryan shouted back.
The little boy suddenly stopped and put down his hands. "Yours are red too," Then he faded, leaving Bryan looking down at his own hands.
There was fear somewhere in the other emotions mixed in his eyes. He completely ignored the slashes Falborg continued to make and looked at his hands.
"They're red," he said in disbelief, he lifted his face away from his hands, the hands that held the bloodstains that haunted him to no end.
The door to the room suddenly opened, and a figure stepped in. In the gloom, Bryan could only make out the figure's tall structure.
"Stay away," he said, as he held out his hands, "Stay away!"
Falborg, sensing Bryan's desperateness, jumped up and landed between the figure and its master.
"Don't do anything foolish boy," the figure said.
Bryan just continued to stare at his hands and then back at the figure. He recognized the voice, the voice that forced him to commit the crime that has left him broken.
"They're red," he continued to chant, just like the little boy that had appeared before him.
The figure seemed to hesitate, before stepping forward.
"Attack him! Don't let him get near!" Bryan cried out.
Falborg's dangerous attack ring spun at full force and begun its ascent to the throat of the figure.
The figure gave a gasp of surprise before moving as quickly as possible out of the weapon's way. Though it only grazed the figure's cheek, the blood on the beyblade's attack ring was evident as it returned to its master's side.
"Red," Bryan whispered as he stared at Falborg, then, as if losing the last bit of will to stay sane, he screamed, "Everything is red!"
That was enough to summon the strongest of Falborg's attacks as it prepared to attack.
Bryan, on the other hand had both his hands on each side of his skull, as if he wanted to claw out his brain.
"Not again," he said, "I don't want to see more red,"
Falborg took that as an order to attack and sent its giant gust of wind at the figure.
A loud crashing sound was heard as the ferocious blast drove itself into the ground where the figure was standing.
Smoke and debris flew everywhere, some landing around Bryan who is now kneeling on the ground, panting.
The look of great shock was still on his face when a figure walked up to him. He didn't retaliate as a pair of hands lifted him up to his feet.
"They're red," was all he said as his hollow face looked lifelessly at the ground.
"What is going on here? I do not want-"Boris' voice rose as he stepped into the room, but he stopped immediately seeing the scenario laid before him. A cracked wall, Spencer supporting Bryan, who seemed to be out of it, and Ian standing in front of Voltaire with Wyborg forming a protective barrier with its long body.
With the moment of shock gone, Boris quickly walked over to Voltaire while Ian summoned Wyborg back to his hand, "Are you alright Voltaire-sama?"
"I will be quite alright," the older man growled as he rubbed his bleeding cheek with the back of a hand, "But you will need to teach more discipline to that boy," he finished pointing to Bryan.
Boris nodded as he called over an abbey worker to help Voltaire bandage his cheek. When the two were gone, Boris turned back to the boys. He spoke to Ian first, "Tell me exactly what happened, and I want all of the details,"
"We are not sure ourselves, Sir, but we had heard a crashing coming from this direction about two minutes ago, so Spencer and I came to check it out." the boy explained, "When we arrived, we only had time to stop Falborg's attack before it hit Voltaire-sama, nothing else has been made clear yet,"
Boris frowned even more at that explanation and glared at Bryan. He walked over to the boy and lifted him off the ground by his collar.
"What do you think you were doing?" he growled into Bryan's face.
Bryan remained limp as he just repeated quietly, "It was red,"
An eyebrow rose at that, but the man threw Bryan back onto the ground in disgust, "I have no time for this, take him back to your room and I will come to question him further,"
"Yes sir," Spencer replied and lifted Bryan off of the ground, helping him as they walked towards their room.
Boris rubbed his temples in impatience, "To think something like this happened right before the tournament is about to start," he growled. Though, he lifted his eyes and looked at the crater in the wall caused by the boy's beyblade. Upon further inspection, the man found that the crater was wider than he had expected, and much deeper too. Dust fell randomly as the wall staggered under the pressure the beyblade had created.
"It can't be that 'red' refers to..no I suppose not," the man thought to himself, though his voice sounded doubtful.
~*~*~*~
A swirl of black twisted itself into Kazuki's dream. Little shocks of static once in a while jolted her vision, but the thread of black finally settled itself in her sight.
It was like a film negative, slots slowly moving by, and then gaining speed, finally displaying moving figures.
Kazuki was surprised to find she was looking through another person's pair of eyes. It made no sense, but she was curious as to what was going to happen next.
She could see that all around her were dark bubbles that rose randomly at a slow pace. A familiar scene was brought to her eyes. A lab with scientists in lab coats and the glass tube that separated her from the outside, just like when she was turned into a cyborg.
Suddenly, she felt the body she was in move and jerk, as if wanting to be freed. She felt her eyes move around frantically and the room became a constantly moving blur.
"Secure the test subject! Use a paralyzing injection!" a voice shouted over the sound of more bubbles arising. A feeling of numbness surrounded her and Kazuki felt the body weaken, and then stop struggling.
"What's going on?" Kazuki thought. She could feel almost every detail of the occurrences as if they were happening to her. She tried to shake herself awake, but it seemed that it was more than a dream she was in, more like a memory. But this had never happened to her before.
"Come now little one," a voice said as Kazuki looked up to see a familiar man, "Don't fret around, you are about to become much more than you currently are,"
If she could gasp, that would be exactly what Kazuki would have done. The man standing in front of her was, Boris. It wasn't the current him, more like him when he was when he was ten years younger. But even without his bat-shaped mask, Kazuki could feel the darkness that constantly surrounds him, though it isn't as strong.
Kazuki looked on helplessly as she felt the eyes look at Boris' face, then turn away. She heard Boris chuckle, then saw the man walk to appear in front of her vision again. This time, the eyes didn't look away, but glared darkly at him instead.
"Very feisty I see," Boris commented as he wrote a few notes down on his papers, "But that's exactly what I need,"
The eyes rested on Boris' face for a few moments before the man turned away to walk towards a computer at the back of the room. That moment left the glass in front of her glinting in the dim light, showing a reflection. Kazuki saw that the body she was occupying was not a human, but a kind of large bird, the color of ebonite. Cables were connected all over its wings and body, but Kazuki could see its red eyes staring back from its reflection and the hatred it shed.
"What is going on here?" Kazuki wondered, "Why would father experiment on an animal?" Even as she thought this, she recognized something familiar with the body she was in.
A sudden jolt to her temporary body shocked her for a moment and she heard herself screech out in pain.
"Increase Data Transfer to 60%," Boris' voice rang over her screams.
"Data Transfer increased," another scientist confirmed, "Subject's pulse is rising by 20% per minute,"
The continuous increase of shock inside of her made Kazuki herself scream as well, even if she knew it wasn't real, it still hurt very much.
"Accelerate the Data Transfer to full power," Boris then said with excitement, "You'll become my most successful experiment yet, B-"
Every sound was suddenly cut off by a dreadful silence.
++You shouldn't have seen that,++ Black Dranzer's voice said, snapping Kazuki's eyes open to the real world.
"Wha-?" she asked, confusion covering her face, "What was that all about?" She pulled her arms around her, remembering the numbing pain brought by her vision.
++It was nothing,++ Black Dranzer replied, wrapping a comforting arm around Kazuki, ++Nothing but a bad nightmare,++
Kazuki gave in to the explanation without thought, but something still nagged her. The 'dream' seemed too real. Every detail happened as if it were etched into her memory.
++Forget it,++ Black Dranzer insisted, ++Let us go take our mind off of this. We could go to the training facilities and sharpen your skills. You would want to please your father by taking victory in the Scottish tournament wouldn't you?++
"Yes, I suppose mother," Kazuki replied slowly. She got up from her bed and took out her beyblade as well as her bow launcher. Stringing her launcher around her shoulder, she made her way to the training room.
As she did so, Black Dranzer cursed at the back of her mind, ++How could she have tapped into my memory reserve? I never knew master Boris had created such an advance program that could draw out data with such force. He must have installed the most sophisticated programming into her mainframe. But no matter the strength of her power, I will conquer this body. Revenge must be achieved.++
~*~*~*~
Dranzer, resting within his bit gave a start as a pain jabbed his chest. He knew immediately what it meant. It could feel every single pain that its darker clone feels.
++Black Dranzer,++ he thought with sympathetic eyes, ++I can feel the torment 'he' has brought to you, but you must not be blinded. You know he was only doing it to achieve the thing most precious to him.++
A sigh escaped him as he spread his wings, ++But I know that fate has chosen us three to be the ones to take on the 'prophecy'. So I must not allow you, the 'darkness', to prevail over the 'light'. I was chosen to be free to choose whom I stand behind, and I have chosen the 'light', but know that the flame shines as well as casts a shadow.++
With that thought, Dranzer gave a brilliant glow that radiated around the room he was in, shining on its master.
++This generation will be the last that suffers from our quarrel,++ he thought as the boy's sleeping features could be perceived, ++We cannot allow more deaths to tear those who are innocent apart,++
~~To be continued~~