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The longest chapter of the story.
As the Ice Breaks.
Final Part 26: A Fiery End Part 3.
"Bold" – Commentary by Brad and AJ.
Phoenixes ... born from the inferno.
Burn with the heat of a thousand fires.
Phoenixes rise from the ashes again and again.
They will live as long As the Fire Burns ...
So it is said ... Phoenixes can never truly die.
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"Tyson ... you're standing on my foot," Max squinted his eyes and as pained expression played on his face.
"What?" Tyson looked down to see his red shoe, firmly covering Max's slightly smaller foot. "Sorry," he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"It's okay," he sighed in relief, and wiped his damp eyes with the back of his hand as Tyson stepped back, freeing Max' slightly dirtier and aching foot.
"Tyson," he turned suddenly and grabbed Tyson by the shoulders, "it's Kai!" he shouted to him happily, "he's awake!"
Tyson stood gaping there for a few moments. "Really?" a smile crept slowly onto his face. As the shock look on his face began to subside, he broke into a wide grin and jumped up in joy, "WOOHOO!"
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I died in my dreams,
The rhythmic sound of the human heart played around the room, until it stopped. In it's place, a toneless screech emitted.
Doctors and nurses rushed in and out, attempting to revive the lost rhythm.
Minutes passed ...but nothing happened ...and suddenly, as quickly as it stopped, it appeared, one after another. The thin green line resumed its regular process.
oO Dream Oo
'Am I dead?'
... 'Kai' ...
Kai opened his eyes. The light that covered him almost blinded him, forcing to shut them back once more. He knew that voice ...but from where?
The light still did not spare him; he forced himself to look upon the face of the voice, but failed.
...'It still isn't your time, Kai ...Go back to where you were. People who love you are waiting' ...
"Who are you?'
...'You mustn't stay any longer ...I will miss you, Kai. You have indeed grown into a handsome and strong man' ...
Kai covered his eyes with his arm, in another vain attempt to catch a glimpse of the person.
'You, you pulled me away for eternal peace ... why did you?'
...'It isn't your time. You still have your whole life to live, and take that chance, Kai. If not, all will be wasted. My whole being, would have been wasted ...Go now, Kai' ...
"Wait! Tell me –"
...'I will continue to watch over you, like I have done in the past' ...
"No –" his eyes widened suddenly at the words. He was about to rush forward, until a different blue light surrounded him. Pulling him back towards the land of the living.
...'You will not remember any of this when you wake up ...my son' ...
"Mom!" he shouted as he vainly tried to free himself for the ever-consuming glow. Tears filled up in his eyes, as he slowly drifted further and further away, until there was only darkness, "MOM!"
oO End Dream Oo
Blood-red eyes slowly drifted open.
Mr. Dickinson, noticing this, rushed forward towards his side. "Kai?" he called, waiting for the teen to fully regain consciousness.
The first sight that met Kai's sight was that of the relieved face of the good-natured chairman.
"Oh, Kai," Mr. Dickinson exhaled loudly, "you gave us quite a scare there. Good thing the doctors were quick to react. I don't know how I would have broken the news to the others if they hadn't ... Kai?" Mr. Dickinson studied the face of the confused looking boy, "Kai ... are you alright?"
Silently, Kai turned his red eyes up to meet the old mans'.
"Kai?"
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The third, and final match of the World Championships was finally underway. Spectators gripped their seats in anticipation of what to be the most exciting match ever in the history of Beyblading.
"Go, Dragoon!" Tyson shouted for his bit-beast to attack Tala's.
The crowd turned their attention to the unmoving redhead and seemed to be waiting for his move, but none came. Tala didn't even seem to be concentrating much on the match. In truth, the final attack of Black Wolborg in the last match had done all but killed him. His battered body, shielded from the eyes of others by the thin layers of clothing he wore, was wearing him down. His strength was pretty much drained by the amount of power Black Wolborg had taken from him, but he still tried to fight.
He would not let Boris see him defeated. He would not let Boris think he had finally succeeded in conquering Tala's spirit. He had to fight, for himself ... and for Kai ... for his freedom.
"Fight for me, Tala, and I will release Kai. If you win this for me, then Kai would be nothing more to me than a distant memory. You have my word."
Tala's eyes shone with determination as he recalled Boris' words. He will leave Kai alone ... I have to do this!
He raised his head slightly; the light falling in such a way over his features that it lit up his blue eyes, giving a surreal glow to them. Just this one match ... for Kai.
"Go, Black Wolborg!" He shouted as he felt a sudden surge of energy running through his veins.
The dish started to crumble for beneath his black blade. Debris and broken off pieces of the dish hovered around the monstrous bit-beast.
Tyson was forced back a step when the dark aura that surrounded Tala's blade exploded, leaving in it wake, the second appearance of Black Wolborg.
The arena around them began to crumble under the pressure of trying to hold in the raw energy of the mutated beast. Even though the prospect of being crushed under the heavy concrete was there, none of the spectators moved from their seats. They kept their eyes trained on the match, worried that they would miss something if they looked away even for a single second.
Tyson raised his arms up to protect his face as sharp fragments of rocks flew past, cutting into his skin and leaving a trail of blood seeping through his clothes. "Why are you doing this, Tala?" Tyson shouted over the loud rumbling sound.
"To win ..." Tala raised his eyes to look directly into Tyson's brown ones. His eye glinted with a maniacal glow and a smirk played at his lips. He snickered as he felt sanity slowly being drained away from his very soul. Black Wolborg's power hunger was too much for him to handle. He knew he was killing himself this way, but there was no other choice.
"What about Kai?" Tyson shouted even louder as strong winds blew around them, muting the sound of the people surrounding them, of Tyson's and Tala's teammates yelling at them to stop. "Kai cares about you, Tala!"
"Kai ..." Tala laughed hysterically, yet in his eyes, all the emotions he was currently feeling were shining through. The pain of trying to control Black Wolborg. The fear of the unknown powers of the evil beast, and the sadness ... of the prospect of never being with Kai again. "I'm doing this for him!" Tala yelled back at him.
Tyson was taken aback by the words. He hadn't expected that to be Tala's comeback. "But then ... why?"
"Don't you see?" Tala said sadly as he looked away, "this is the only way." Tears glistened in his eyes as he thought of Kai and the sacrifice he was about to make for the slate-haired boy. "The only way ..." his shoulders shook as a sudden surge of energy ripped through him.
"Hey, Tala!" Tyson noticed his sudden bout of silence and called to him. When Tala raised his eyes to meet his own, Tyson gasped.
There ... blood-red eyes had taken place of Tala's icy-blue ones. As Tala stared straight through him, Tyson noticed the shadow of Black Wolborg lingering behind him. Tala's gaze ... it was the same as Black Wolborgs'!
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"Oh my god!" Mr. Dickinson gasped loudly as he stood up from his seat, sending the chair cluttering to the ground.
He too had noticed the change in Tala's aura; the evilness that radiated off of him. Even though the television station was getting a pretty bad signal, the amount he saw was enough to understand what was happening.
"It cannot be," he covered his mouth with his hands, "i-it's just not possible!"
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"What's the matter with you?" Tyson looked on in horror at the change in Tala's eyes.
"Wrong?" Tala tilted his head slightly to one side, his voice sounding faraway, "nothing's wrong, in fact, everything couldn't be more perfect!"
"It's gotten control over you, Tala, hasn't it?" Tyson narrowed his eyes as he looked pass Tala and straight at the satisfied look on Boris' face.
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"What happened?" Ian looked between Bryan and Spencer and towards Boris.
Bryan gulped, unable to find his voice. What has Boris done this time? Is this what turned Tala into his lackey?
Spencer, similar to Bryan's condition, could only look on as the Captain he cared about slowly lose himself to the powers of this mysterious beast.
Ian on the other hand, still looked confused. Worry was written all over his face as he stared at Tala's back. Tala ... what has he done?
0-0
"Emily, what information do you have on this Black Wolborg?" Judy turned to her.
"Nothing, Judy. This Black Wolborg ... it's like he appeared out of nowhere."
0-0
"Enough talk, let's end this!" Tala took his stance, ready to attack Tyson.
"You aren't yourself, Tala! We need –"
"Silence!" Tala shot a glare at him. He smirked suddenly as he spoke, "let us end this now, Tyson. Put all our power into one final attack and the victor will be the last man standing."
"I don't think that's such a –"
"Ready?" Tala ignored Tyson's words. He crouched down to an attacking position.
"If that's how you want it, Tala," Tyson said regretfully and he too took his position. "Dragoon!"
Both bladers stood unmoving for a few minutes, adding to the suspense that was plaguing the people in the crowd. The moments that passed by didn't help the fact that the entire arena was literally crumbling at their feet.
"This is the end, Tyson Granger!" Tala growled and called out to his bit-beast, "Black Wolborg,!"
"An end is just the beginning, Tala Ivanov!" Tyson replied, "go, Dragoon!"
"Black Death!"
"Phantom Hurricane Attack!"
"Holy guacamole, Brad!"
It was as if an earthquake has struck. The light began to shatter, sending tiny shards of broken glass into the spectators. People shouted as the ceiling cracked and debris began to rain down on them. They ran out as fast as they could, this time, the outcome of the match didn't seem quite as important as preserving their lives.
"One hell of a match that was! Now let's get the hell out of here!" Sounds of microphones being dropped to the ground was heard as both the commentators made their way out of their booth and away from the demolishing building.
"Tyson!" Rei shouted for his comrade. The structure of the building was going down, and it wasn't safe for anyone to be there anymore.
"Tyson!" Max rushed pass Rei and towards the eye of the battle. The thick dust and smoke made it impossible to see anything that was even five feet away from them.
"Guys! We have to get out of here! The building is going down, fast!" Kenny coughed as he called frantically to his teammates.
The three of them noticed shadows of a few people walking towards them. Max was just about to rush forwards when they heard the familiar, yet unwanted voices.
"Tala!" Bryan and the rest of his team came through the smoke, calling out for their own Captain, "Tal – you!" Bryan said spitefully.
Ian elbowed him in the stomach disapprovingly. "This isn't the time. We have to find Tala and get out of here!"
Bryan nodded hesitantly. The three of them was just about to walk off when Rei called back to them.
"Hey! You are looking for Tala, and we're looking for Tyson. Maybe we can put aside our differences for this time and help each other out?"
Bryan exchanged looks with Ian and Spencer. He shrugged his shoulders without giving an answer and just continued on with his search.
"C'mon." Spencer motioned for Rei and the others to follow them.
For the next few minutes, they called out for their teammates, neither team getting an answer. The smoke was still to think to look through, so they had to squint their eyes almost to the point of blindness so that the burning smoke could not damage them. The ground beneath their feet was slowly, but steadily becoming unstable.
A cough to their right caught their attention.
"Jazzman!" they all asked, surprised, as the bandana-ed and slightly dirtied face of DJ Jazzman flopped to the ground in front of them.
"What are you doing here? We thought everybody left. Even Brad and AJ did, and they're always here." Max pulled him to his feet.
"I'm paid to be where the action is," he said as-a-matter-of-factly, "and if this isn't action, then my grandmother's a sea-monkey." He adjusted his microphone, checking if it still worked. "What about you boys?"
"We're looking for Tyson and Tala. They're still in the arena."
"What are you standing around for? If you want to look for your teammate, then let's go! I don't want to get smushed by a piece of ceiling just because you ladies are exchanging new gossip!" Bryan shouted irritably to the back.
"Tyson!"
"Tala!"
No reply.
"What are we going to do? The entire building looks ready to collapse on us!" Kenny said hysterically.
"Up ahead!" Rei pointed to a point in front of them. With his keen cat-eyes, he had caught a sudden motion not fifteen feet ahead of their position.
Both the teams plus DJ Jazzman ran forward.
As they got closer, the found that the smoke was lessening, however the stability of their surrounding was growing evermore grave.
"Tala!" Bryan saw the redhead crouching with one knee on the ground and rushed forward.
Rei looked around. He noticed Tyson a few feet to his left, sitting unmoving on his butt. "Tyson, are you okay?" he ran towards the fallen boy and grasped him by the shoulders, shaking him gently to snap him out of his reverie. Max got there just seconds later, Kenny trailing behind.
"Tyson, can you hear me?" Max turned Tyson's face upwards to looks at him.
Tyson had a somewhat, dreamy look on his face. He mumbled out a few words that they couldn't hear.
"Tyson, say something!" Max shook him even harder.
Tyson's face broke out into a big grin, "That was such an awesome match!" he said excitedly.
Rei, Max and Kenny sweatdropped at his reaction. Though predictable, it still brought a smile to their faces.
"Tala!"
The voice of Bryan's caught their attention and they looked towards the Demolition boys, who were trying to rouse their Captain. Tala seemed completely out of it.
"Tala, are you alright?" Spencer put a hand on Tala's shoulder, but yanked it away seconds later as if he were burned.
"Tala, speak to us." Ian looked worriedly at his unresponsive Captain, "Tala!"
Slowly, Tala raised one his right hand (the left on the ground in an attempt to keep himself upright) and rubbed his head. He shook his dazed head slightly and looked up to meet the concerned gaze of his teammates. His eyes seemed to have returned to their normal colour.
"Tala," Ian seemed barely able to suppress the joy from showing in his voice, "are you okay?"
"My head feels like someone took a sledge hammer to it," he said grumpily.
Bryan and Spencer breathed a sigh of relief. "Sounds like the old Tala alright."
Tala turned a one-eyed glare towards them, still holding his head in pain, "what do you mean 'old Tala'?"
Bryan patted him on the back. He opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was died on his lips as a gigantic piece of rock fell a few feel away from them.
"It's coming down!" Spencer shouted.
"We have to get out of here," Rei grabbed Tyson left hand and slung it over his shoulder, Max did the same with his other arm.
"Wait!" they looked at Jazzman, "who won the match?"
Rei looked between Tyson and Tala. Both seemed as clueless as the next person.
Jazzman, with the courage of a lion, braced himself as he walked forwards, through the falling rubble.
"Jazzman," they shouted at him, what are you doing?"
"To get the results, if not, how am I going to pay my rent next month?" he bravely walked forward to glance into the dish. The sight he saw was that of both the blades that seemed to have suffered severed damage in the battle, laying on the ground, unmoving. "Both blades are down! What am I going to announce as the result?" he ignored the collapsing beams that were dropping around them like flies.
"Tyson," Tala said weakly as he coughed up a small amount of blood into his palms, "my blade fell first."
Tyson looked directly at Tala, shock written plainly across his face. "No, I –" one look from Tala silenced his words, and he just nodded feebly.
"Now that we've got that all settles, can we get the hell out of here!" Kenny bounced around in fear as half the spectators seats collapsed to the ground.
Tyson, Rei and the rest walked quickly back towards where they could see the green 'exit' lights flashing on and off. Max was the first to notice the absence of the Demolition boys behind them.
"Guys!" he called to them. The were still crowding around Tala, whom, it seemed to Max, had lost consciousness, "we have to get out of here!"
"You go ahead, we can find out way out!" Ian told them to hurry towards the exit while they could.
Spencer scooped the fallen form of Tala up in his arms and stoop up.
"But –" Max's words were cut short when a beam fell right in front of him, blocking the path between him and the Demolition boys.
"Max, c'mon!"
The last Max saw, was of them standing behind the growing pile of rubble, Tala's form cradled firmly against Spencer's chest, before the smoke grew thicker and he felt himself being pulled back by a pair of strong arms.
"Come one, Max," Jazzman grabbed his arm and pulled him hurriedly towards the exit, where the others were waiting.
0-0
Teams and fans waited anxiously outside the destroyed stadium for any sign of the BladeBreakers or the Demolition boys.
Minutes passed, and tensions grew. Bruce, Judy and Mr. Granger paced the grounds. Police and firemen had come to evacuate the area. But no one actually left. The just stood, waiting about twenty meters away from the demolished stadium.
Suddenly, a few shadows emerged from the rubble and people began holding their breaths in anticipation. Then it came, Tyson and Rei emerged first, followed closely by Kenny and last, Jazzman who was half dragging Max behind him.
The White Tigers and All-Starz rushed forward to embrace their friends. Judy and Bruce, each hugged their children respectively.
"What happened?" Kevin looked around, himself not one for hugs, especially with member of the same sex, least of all Rei.
"Where're those Demolition dudes?" Michael looked around.
"They said they'd find their own way out."
"Okay ..." he nodded. He looked up suddenly, barely able to hold in his excitement, "by the way ... who won!"
They all looked pointedly towards Jazzman.
Some of the cameras had been saved from the building, and currently were being focused on the Jazzman.
"Err ..." he checked his microphone one last time, "ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the World Championships have come to an end. And now, with great pleasure, I present to you, you new World Champion beyblader ... Tyson!"
The crowd roared in happiness.
Tyson grinned as the teams came in a ruffled his hair and offering him their congratulations.
But the only thing currently on his mind was getting to Kai.
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Tyson ran as fast as he could down the hospital corridor. He barely managed to contain his excitement to be able to see his Captain face to face.
Nurses and patients swore at him in Russian as he flew past, knocking over trays and IV's in his rush. And finally, there he was ... in front of the door to Kai's room. Tyson didn't wait a second before throwing open the door and looking up to the startled face of Kai, sans the usual stripes on his face.
"Kai ..." he said quietly. All the excitement seemed to have already evaporated and now he was left, looking at the face of the person he had been so worried about. Tears glimmered at the corners of his eyes.
"Tyson ..." Mr. Dickinson moved forward, his face held a peculiar look ... one of ... gloom, but Tyson was oblivious to it.
He ignored Mr. Dickinson's futile attempt to listen to him and rushed forward to grab Kai in an embrace. He held onto him for a few seconds, not realizing that Kai was not returning his hug, instead was looking at him with confusion clearly shown in his blood-red orbs.
Kai opened his mouth, and what he said made Tyson's eyes open wide, and the other Bladebreakers who were just walking into the room, stop in their tracks.
"Who are you?"
Those three words were like knives stabbing each one of them in the heart.
Tyson pulled back from the hug. He grasped Kai's shoulders and looked straight in his eyes. "What do you mean? ... You don't remember me, Kai?" he shook Kai's shoulders slowly, "it's me, Tyson."
Kai seemed uncomfortable to the contact and tried to pry Tyson's hands away from him. "Get away from me." He said quietly, nervousness shaking in his voice as he spoke.
Tyson's jaws dropped open. He stood there, his arms still firmly grasping Kai's shoulders while looking like a fish out of water.
"What's going on, Mr. D?" Rei and the other two walked into the room, and looked at the manager questioningly.
He took a deep breath and looked at Kai sadly. "It seems that Kai has ... amnesia."
"Amnesia!" the three of them exclaimed loudly, catching Tyson's attention and making Kai shrink away slightly in shock.
"You mean he doesn't know who we are?"
Mr. Dickinson looked at Tyson and with much hesitation, nodded his head.
"How?" Max looked at him for answers.
"I don't know, Max. But I suspect that it has something to do with the chip, and what happened the night before." He took a seat in the chair placed in the room. The signs of age displayed clearly on his face.
"Boris," Tyson gritted his teeth in suppressed rage, "why does he always have to spoil everything? Everything was just fine!"
"Tyson," Max walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
They hadn't realized it then, but the other teams had also arrived and were now standing outside the room, listening to the conversation inside. Slowly, they made their way into the room, but careful to stay far away from Kai.
"Stanley?" Judy walked in, followed closely by Bruce and Mr. Granger, "what's going on?"
"Oh, Judy," he looked at his feel, "I'm afraid that young Kai had amnesia."
"My god ... is it permanent?"
"I don't know ..." he shook his head in regret.
"Stanley, this isn't your fault," Bruce said, "who were we to know that Boris would sink so low as to do this?"
"But I still think that I could have done something, like I could have prevented this from happening."
"There was nothing you could have do, Stan my man. The purple haired dude has some bird brained ideas running through his noggin'." Mr. Granger assured him as he watched Judy approached Kai, who seemed to be inching his way back from the strange people.
"Kai ..." she soothed him, "my name is Judy. I know you don't remember me, or any of us right now ... but I want to assure you that you did in the past. You are with familiar people, don't worry," she managed to take a seat on the side of the bed without scaring him away. Moving slowly, she placed a hand on his knee and smiled warmly at him. "Do you remember your name?"
Kai nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on her and would turn once and awhile to the people around him, making sure that they were not coming towards him.
"What else do you remember, Kai?" she asked him. Careful as to not make him shrink away from them.
Kai looked away from her, as if to think about his answer.
A flash of red flashed passed by his eyes.
"Red!" he said suddenly.
"Red?" Mr. Dickinson looked at Judy, who just shrugged her shoulders.
He looked back up to meet Judy's blue eyes and said quietly. "Tala ..."
All eyes widened at his answer.
"You remember Tala, Kai?" Mr. Dickinson asked him.
"I'm touched."
All attention turned to the new voice, and messy, fiery red hair came into view.
"Tala," Kai said, looking straight at the smirking redhead.
Tala's face was covered in dirt and scratches as a result of the match. It didn't seem that he had returned to the Abbey to change and get cleaned up after the incident.
"Kai," Tala nodded and walked in, but was stopped in his tracks by the arms of Michael and Lee. He just smirked and brushed their hands away before continuing on like nothing had happened. He raised an eyebrow at Judy and she took it as a signal to leave.
"Come one, boys," she ushered them out the door, "let's leave them be."
"But –"
"You heard the lady!"
The turned yet again to another, and came face to face with the three remaining Demolition Boys. Who didn't seem to be in any better shape than Tala was.
"What are you doing here?" Tyson glared heatedly at Bryan.
"What do you think? To finish the job of course," his eye glinted maliciously at Rei.
"Why you –"
"Bryan," Tala said his name warningly, without even turning to them.
"Fine ... I was just kidding," he rolled his eyes, "I'm babysitting the Captain," he motioned to Tala.
Tala's eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Bryan!" he growled a little more threateningly.
"Pfft! We're just visiting," he turned away from them and walked over to a vending machine.
"Ignore him," Ian said suddenly, "he's just bitter."
"So, c'mon." Bruce ushered them out the door.
Ian looked at Kai and Tala one last time before closing the door behind him.
"Kai ..." Tala walked over slowly and took a seat on the bed next to him. He winced as the movement caused pain to run through his broken body, "I'm sorry I didn't win, Kai. You would be free if I had." Tala stroked the side of his cheek with his left hand.
"Tala," Kai looked at him, not making a movement to stop his current caressing of his cheek. He didn't like to be touched, but Tala's touch was warm ... familiar.
"You really don't remember them, Kai?" Tala tilted his head to one side.
"Them?"
"Those people, the ones that were here?"
Kai shook his head.
"What do you remember?"
Kai looked to be contemplating his answer, or was just digging through his memory to find something, anything that was there. "Nothing ... just you."
"Why me?" Tala raised an eyebrow at his answer.
"I don't know ... I just know that you're Tala ... Tala that I ..." he trailed off, not meeting his eyes.
"Tala that you ... what?" Tala leaned in closer to him, his face inches away from Kai's.
"That is my best friend," Kai reached over and grasped his in a firm hug.
Tala was taken aback by his actions, but did nothing o prevent them. The just circled his arms around Kai's waist and rested his head on his shoulder. "You're my best friend too, Kai." Tala felt a single tear roll down his cheek and onto Kai's shoulder as the words Kai had said to him. It didn't seem like something to be touched about, but those words meant a lot to Tala, and the fact that Kai remembered him, that Kai thought him to be important enough to be remembered.
He shook his head and decided to pull away from the hug. If he stayed there any longer, he would never want to leave.
"I have to go, Kai. Boris isn't going to be very happy when we get back. If we keep him waiting any longer, who knows what will happen." He stood up from the bed and was about to walk away when he felt Kai grasp his arm.
"Will you come back?" Kai looked up at him with innocent eyes. Ones that belonged to someone who hasn't seen the real world ... or remember just how cruel the real world was.
"Of course I will," Tala smiled warmly at him. He leaned down and kissed Kai on the forehead, "we're best friends, remember?"
Kai returned his smile with one of his own and nodded his head.
Tala leaned over to him and whispered in his ear. "I am Ice and you are Fire. We're meant to balance each other out ... I will always be there, you know, for as long as the fire burns."
0-0
With those final words, Tala and the Demolition boys left the hospital, to face any of the cruel punishments Boris had in store. Mr. Dickinson had tried to persuade them not to leave, but with the Demolition boys currently under the care of Boris and Biovolt, the BBA had their hands tied.
Tyson didn't let Kai's lack of memory discourage him. In fact, he, Rei, Max and Kenny were currently sitting in Kai's room, telling him stories of their past together in order to trigger something in his memory.
Kai listened intently as Tyson relayed his own actions and attitude to him. He seemed pretty fascinated with his words.
Mr. Dickinson looked on happily as the boys laughed at some funny memory they had of Tyson and Kai, and the most shocking part, Kai was laughing too, albeit not as openly as the other four.
Judy, Bruce, Mr. Granger, Mr. Dickinson and a few of the other teams were standing just out side the door to the room, watching the scene in front of them.
Suddenly, Dr. Olga rushed in, looking panicked. She said some words to the adults, whose face too turned to one of dread. They ran over to the television and switched on the news channel. All of them gathered around the television set, listening intently as the newscaster read out something.
They gasped, some even covered their moth with their hands while the others just looked on in horror.
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Lost in the fire ...
We are brought to a scene of charred remains of what used to be a building. Reporters were littered everywhere, each one out of a scoop of what is probably one of the biggest tragedies to hit Russia.
Among them was a young Japanese reporter who stood sadly on the scene. She said gravely, her face holding a look of sadness.
'What you see behind me is the burned ruins of what was once the proud structure of the Balkov Abbey. The building, which had caught fire late this evening, was home to many of Russians most talented Beybladers. The fire is belived to have been caused by faulty wiring has resulted in the loss of millions of rubles, not to mention home and lives of children that resided in the building. Dozens were injured by the fire and by fallen debris, among them the three members of the Demolition boys.
This is indeed a sad day to be remembered. Some of the children managed to flee the scene as the fire was about to spread, but some that were trapped, lost their lives.
The number of kids that are missing, is increasing in numbers, and many of them believed dead. The members of the Russian BBA are scowering the remains for survivors, but have yet to discover any.
She looked to the side as a hand handed her a piece of paper.
This just in. Among the hundreds of children of the Abbey, those who have been reported missing, and are now confirmed dead are as followed;
Dimitri Borshevsky, Georgi Krukov, Konstantin Miloslav and the Captain of the previous champion Russian team, Yuriy Tala Ivanov.
Russian BBA are currently looking for the director of the Abbey, Boris Balkov or his associate, Mr. Voltaire Hiwatari for questioning. But both seemed to be missing. The police are still on a hunt for them, and to anyone who has any information concerning their whereabouts are urged to contact authorities.
I reach out for your hand,
My fatal desire.
The End.
Before you brandish you torches and pitchforks, let me just tell you this: I have a sequel planned. Please don't kill me. (If you did, who's write the Sequel? ((blackmail))) Besides, those who wanted Amnesia!Kai and death got what they wanted, ne? ... You really thought I'd be able to explain it all in one chapter?
Sequel will be titled: As the Fire Burns. Aha! You see? With the beginning ...the hint? ... nevermind.
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I never thought I'd get to the end, and it's all because of you encouragements. Thank you all very much, and leaving with over six hundred reviews! Whoa! I'd die a happy person right now.
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SchoolBoredom: Your question is answered here.
Kinau: I figured so XD; Glad you reviewed this one though. I don't think you've reviewed any, but one review is still a review, ne? I'm still waiting for the Tala/Kai poem, savvy;)
Ducky76: One of my ever faithful. I'm glad you like it, and this story. I first wrote it, not expecting it to be this big, honestly. Six hundred reviews! Whoa! I have just one thing to tell you ... An end, is just the start of a new beginning. You'll see what I mean.
x-Shadow-x: I will help Tala-chan, Kai-chan ... you'll see.
Syaoran-Lover: Thanks for mentioning the mistakes. I haven't gotten down to fixing some of the previous ones yet, but I'll re-edit it when I finish it. Those chips of Tala and Kai's ... well ... I'll explain that part in due time. The DB mind is a strange mind ... they hate Kai, because Kai is somewhat of a teachers pet to Boris. I'll get to that too. The words Tala said ... I struck me somehow, that Tala said it in such a put down-ish tone, that Tyson felt ... well ... put down. D; About the last part ((walks off while smirking)) About your question, I wasn't pissed off when I wrote Confessions of a Teenage Playboy ... just in an extreme Yaoi-noticing mood.
Grand admiral chelli: ((Updates)) )
Jirachi: I would like to thank, Jirachi, for being the victim of my angst chapter, and to all the little people, that reviewed this story and encouraged it to be what it is today. Thank you ((raises plushies)) XD
Phyrefly: Don't hyperventilate now, hun. Glad you approve of Mr. D. I thought he came out pretty well. I try to give all the characters at least some screen time, like it would be so in the anime. And I got what you said; worry not.
Kimkizna: This will happen next ((points down))
Kai-Lovr: My fellow TaKa lover of TK.I did have to end it on that cliffy. I had that cliffy all planned out from the first chapter I wrote for this story ... I also had the last chapter partially written out for a long time. ((runs away from mallet)) Don't kill me now ... or you won't find out what happens. I liked the Demo part too actually. Bryan and the others are so much fun to write, even more fun than a barrel of Kevin's.
XxCrimson ShadowsxX: I like your name. Like I mentioned above, this story had that cliffy coming a mile away.
HimekoSukie: You should by now to expect the unexpected.
Very Annoid Fanfic Writer: I love your name! But remember, don't kill me, if not ... who is going to write the chapter? T.T
MasterFranny: Yes, yes, breath. I wouldn't want you to pass away, now, do I? Who would I Beta for then? T.T
Darkest Winter: Indeed, I am evil. Muahahahahahaha!
Moon Comix: What? Where? My god? I don't have a god! O.o ... My devil ... now that's better. I am evil ... not very sick though, maybe just a little indigestion.
Ellen: Yes there will be a sixth installment, not of the story though. You should know their nature, these Kai-torturing freaks!
Kairi Hiwatari: I hope it restarted again. Here, have the next chapter.
Blader Fairy Everlasting: Thank you for the kawaii comments. I'm so happy that people like it.
Puppalupp2008: Nice name and thanks. Here the chappie.
Ellen: You reviewed twice? O.o Not that I'm complaining. I see you just got that part. Heh ... don't worry, because here ((Beep)) will happen.
Tomgirl27: Tala is acting like that because ((beep)) that is why. Mr. Dickinson despises Boris with every inch of his three-meter long Monopoly moustache. Yes, I meant the Spiderman movie, and that was a joke. Untold Truths is a good story, Resurfacing a very good one too. Cats and dogs? 0; Dunno.
Nisassa-star: What Kai did? Nothing ... except being just so darn angst-prone ;D I'm sure Kai hasn't seen those movies, nor is he seeing it from a bug's point of view.
Spyrit Pheonyx: Sorry for the wait. Hope you haven't lost interest yet. By the way ... I loved your new story. You have to update soon now!
Evil-me: No! Evil-moi! Muahahahaha!
Yami-sama: Who's Shadow? And Updated!
GaLuX: Your wish is my command.
PhoenixTears25: ((Does CRP)) Don't you dare die on me, damnit! Live, I say, live!
Crowkeeper990: Nooo ((Dramatic pose)) Keep those crows away from me! (Ravens are fine) No! Don't chuck those onions at my head, or else, I will forever be known as onion-head! I don't want to be an onion-head. Poof! Here the update.
LadyofAnime: Hehehe. I just love angst fics, I hate death fics to but ((Beep)) So you see my reason.
And to everyone! You are my muse!
Attn: Sequel is up!
Later days me peeps.
((Peace sign))