UniGirl: I don't own beyblade.
Lin: What's the big hurry?
UniGirl: to get away from you.
Lin: O.O
UniGirl: Okay and something else, don't spazz if you see any chapters missing, I will be taking them down, putting them up, etc. This chapter was so late because I had originally finished it, then decided it stank, [no seriously, it'd make you start puking…was so sappy.] and then started it again. Then I felt I owed you a longer chapter, since, well, it took me so long, so yes, a little treat, tons of "hints" about various characters, and of course, a Celestial vs. Bladebreaker battle. Some of you are really looking forward to that. Hehe. But anyway, sorry, Sorry, and Sorry. Hope you really like it.
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Voltaire had a gun at his face. All Kariey had, was the silver knife at his boot, and his blade. Normal people would have been scared. Not him. A Guardian couldn't be shot to death by a gun. Maybe few knew it, but the Guardians were actually fays in human form, which meant, the only way they could be killed was by iron. And even that didn't ensure certain death.
Kariey glared at Voltaire. "So now, what do you want?"
"You to come with me."
"Dream again."
"Or else I'll shoot."
"I'd like to see you try."
Voltaire lowered his gun. Boy this guy sure knows how to provoke me. He will pay. He thought
Kariey smirked. Then he reached down to his boot and withdrew a slender but sharp knife. It had a brown handle and there seemed to be inscriptions on it. Expertly, he pinned Voltaire to the wall.
"What do you want?"
"n…nothing."
"You'd better be telling the truth."
Kariey lowered the knife, which was at Voltaire's throat seconds earlier, and disappeared into the path outside the stadium.
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Ozuma was walking down a long corridor, not knowing where he was really going. He'd let them down. He'd let Kariey down. Kariey had to come save him. For all he knew, his Guardian might even be chained up right now.
He watched his feet. He dragged them on the ground. The Saint Shields were out of the running. They were already toast. And, to top it off, he was in big trouble. Sure, Kariey was much nicer than Yaleri, but it didn't mean that he wasn't known for getting annoyed when people didn't do their jobs.
He bumped into a figure.
"Oh sorry." He apologized automatically.
"No, it's okay, I was looking for you."
Ozuma raised his head for the first time to meet the bright orange orbs that belonged to Ray.
"Ray."
"That's my name."
"Why were you looking for me?"
"Oh, I wanted to tell you, we're meeting at the balcony outside mine and Max's hotel room tonight."
Ozuma nodded. Then he truly understood what Ray meant.
"You forgive me?"
"You can't say that, no. Since, well, Eltila hasn't had a say in this yet, but me, seriously, I don't think it's your fault."
"You don't?"
"This is not the best place to discuss it." Was all Ray said.
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/That was interesting,/ commented Storm as he walked into the training room with Wing.
/Really?/ asked Flame sceptically
/Kinda./
Flame crossed his arms. /I believe you, Wing, I believe you./
Wing ignored him.
/We know one thing./ said Storm
/What's that?/ asked Aqua, suddenly interested.
/The Guardians are back./
There was silence.
/What makes you say that?/ asked Flame
/You know it. The enemy knows it./
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Mariam stood out in the dark, waiting for Helenia. She was scared, even though she would never, in a million years, admit it, she was truly scared. She had failed at task that Helenia had set for her. That was unheard of. What's more? Helenia might just have a spazzing fit if she found out that the Guardian of Fire was at the beybattle today.
"You don't have to be that worried." Said a voice from behind her.
Mariam turned around. Then she stepped back. Helenia was in her battle costume, which usually meant that this was not a good time to talk. Her bladed whip sat in a pouch at her waist, and she had one hand casually on it. Mariam eyed it nervously.
"I said, relax." Said Helenia, more firm this time.
"He-Helenia" stuttered Mariam.
"Relax" she repeated
Mariam relaxed just a little.
Helenia's eyes darkened. "You don't need to tell me what happened. I know. BioVolt, for the first time, has forfeited a match. And Kariey has shown his true colours today."
Mariam nodded.
Helenia sat down on the railing, leaving the empty chair to Mariam.
"Sit down. It's time I told you everything. About me, and about you."
So for a long time, Mariam listened in silence to what Helenia had to say. When she was finished, Mariam was no longer scared. She was shocked. Her mouth hung wide open, and she was on her feet.
"It can't be."
Helenia was silent.
"It can't. It just can't."
"You'd be amazed at what the power of Water can do."
"But then…"
"I'm still in charge." Helenia managed a small smile before she jumped off the balcony.
Mariam took out her Sharkrash. So the four Guardians had planned this all along. They'd planned this. And she thought she had foiled it, while actually playing along to the plan…
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Ozuma quietly unlocked the door to the Saint Shields' apartment. It was an interesting conversation, they all had. And one that was very puzzling. Especially since both Kariey and Yaleri showed up, without Eltila, which was very strange indeed. Not to mention the fact that Kariey had refused to explain why there was a huge scar up his arm and that the pair of them were in their battle costumes. Well it wasn't much of a difference for Kariey, since his normal clothes and his battle costume didn't have much of a difference.
He was surprised to find anyone awake, not to mention Mariam closing the glass sliding door that lead to the balcony.
"Where were you?" she asked
"I had some unfinished work."
"That tells me a lot."
"What were you doing?"
"I went to take a breather."
Ozuma rolled his eyes. Mariam yawned. She settled in a bet in the left of the hall and Ozuma the right, and retired for the day.
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Ray sat at the table, watching Tyson stuff himself with food. Lin was off on another planet, thinking, he figured, about the mysterious conversation they had yesterday. The guardians were appearing more frequently. Kariey had shown his true colours. Did it mean that they were all coming back? Did it mean that the bit beasts were safe at last? Or did it mean the opposite?
Ray shook his head to clear his thoughts. Max looked at him worriedly. He knew very little of what was going on, and he figured he didn't want to know more. Ray looked stressed out. Maybe he really was. If it was that case, he would never know.
Kenny was typing on his laptop as usual, trying to get an upgrade for Lin's Drolcyan, after her protesting so many times that it didn't need one. Hilary kept glaring at Tyson and shooting nervous glances at Lin. Maybe she had noticed that something was up.
Ray announced that they were going to leave. He was full and didn't want Tyson to be sick. They wouldn't have a choice as to who would be playing. If Tyson got sick, and he was chosen to play, then the Bladebreakers would have a problem. They couldn't afford forfeiting to the Celestials. They just couldn't.
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/Wing, you're a bit slanted./
/Right./ Her white blade started spinning rapidly.
/Aqua, watch from behind./
Wing's blade crashed into Aqua's.
/I guess I need to work on my defense./
/You could say that again./
/Wing, a hand please?/
/My pleasure./ Wing's blade gnawed at Aqua's, and the other girl was concentrating hard.
/C'mon…/ All of a sudden, the white blade bounced back.
/Great going, Aqua./
/Where's Flame?/
/Family reunion, what else?/
Storm sighed.
Wing looked at her watch. /Storm, you play Aqua, she needs practise. And then we've got to get Flame before the battle./
/Talk about leaving things to the last minute./
As usual, Aqua was ignored.
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The Bladebreakers sat on the bench facing the Celestials as Jazzman announced them up. Ray crossed his fingers behind his back. They needed all the luck they could get. And what about Kai? Why didn't he join up with them? He shook his head. He needed to focus.
The pairings were announced. Storm was to go first against Tyson. Lin against Flame, and finally Wing against Ray. Ray knew what he was up against. He had hardly seen Wing battle, but she was a tough one to beat.
Tyson walked up to the stadium. Ray silently thanked himself for pulling him out of the buffet. He held up his launcher. Storm had his at his side.
"3…2…1…"
"LET IT RIP!" screamed Tyson.
Storm merely pulled the ripcord.
"ATTACK"
Storm smirked. This was going to be easier than he thought it would be. Much easier.
His brown blade swerved.
"Huh?"
"Raw power doesn't win a match."
Storm's blade tailed Dragoon closely.
"Wow, he's fast." Commented Tyson.
Storm smirked
"Blast him!" said Storm calmly.
His brown blade broke off and flew to the lip of the dish. Then it charged.
Dragoon bounced back.
"Oh no, it's wobbling." Said Kenny
"Right on that," remarked Dizzi. "Things don't look good."
"For Dragoon, that is."
"That's it. DRAGOON" The great dragon bit beast rose out of the bit chip, and Storm stepped back to get a closer look at it.
"So, you've got a bit beast. So what?"
Tyson winced. "You don't"
"How do you know that for sure?" asked Storm before he actually thought, earning a hard glare from all the Celestials.
"Ha. So you do have a bit beast. Why don't you call it out?"
"Because I don't need him to defeat an amateur like you."
"Who are you calling an amateur?"
"You. GO DUST COLLISION!"
His blade let off a faint glow, and charged right towards his opponent.
"DRAGOON PHANTOM HURRICANE!"
"Wow. A tornado. Coming from your mouth or your rear end?"
"Whoa that stung." Said Hilary.
"He sure knows how to aggravate Tyson."
"I'll make myself a mental note to use it the next time Tyson's overconfident."
"DIZZI WE HAVE TO GET SERIOUS!"
"Fine, fine, fine,"
Dragoon's hurricane still charged towards Storm's brown blade. As it neared, Storm stepped back to avoid all the shockwaves.
"Let's finish this DRAGOON" screamed Tyson
Storm smirked as his blade flew to the air. His smirk grew even wider as he watched his blade fly out of the dish.
"What's so funny? You lost."
Storm bent down to pick up his fallen blade. "You haven't changed much, Tyson. Trust me."
Then, confidently, as if it was he who had won the match, Storm walked off the stadium.
"What's up with them?" Asked Tyson puzzled.
"They've got a weird way of thinking." Commented Lin.
"They really do. That worries me." Said Ray.
"Why? I won."
"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this."
"Don't sweat it, Ray."
"I can't help if I'm worried."
Tyson put a hand around his shoulder. "It's okay buddy."
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From a platform at the top of the stadium, a solitary figure watched. His red bangs fell past his cheeks, and his aqua eyes scanned the stadium.
"Tala?" Tala turned around, his heart thumping. Had someone found him? No one was there. He turned back to the stadium, watching the buzz and confusion.
"Tala?" that voice again. He turned, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. He turned again, but kept his ears pricked.
"Tala?" that voice at third time. He looked to his right, at any place where someone could be hiding.
The voice laughed. "You found me, I give up."
A tall teen, one or two years older than him, walked from behind a stack of crates in the shadows. She had deep rich blue hair held up in a casual ponytail. Her sleeveless vest was worn carelessly over a black shirt underneath. A deep brown cloth wrapped around her waist, secured by a silver belt.
Tala just stared. She was so familiar. He couldn't place her anywhere. Unless…
"Marina…It's not you…"
"I don't know you anymore. You don't know me either."
Tala half understood what she meant. Her green eyes told him.
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Tyson stood at the stadium waiting for his opponent. His foot tapped the floor impatiently and his mouth was turned up in a pout. He closed his eyes.
Footsteps drew nearer. Tyson opened his eyes to see the dark haired boy walking towards him. His mouth was a thin, hard, line. There was no way to tell what he was thinking.
/You're late./
/I know./
/What were you doing?/
/Nothing./
Storm held up his launcher. He had been strategizing. He would win this time. He was sure of it.
"LET IT RIP!" the two of them called as Tyson pulled his ripcord as fast as he could.
"I think that I'll finish this quickly, then I can have lunch." Said Tyson
"Poor Ty, always thinking about food."
"HEY!"
Storm was calm. He wasn't intimidated one bit.
"DRAGOON" Tyson wasted no time in summoning his bit beast.
Storm smirked
"DRAGOON ATTACK"
"DEFEND"
Dragoon's hurricane started rushing towards Storm's blade, but Storm just stood there, and his blade spun rapidly, creating a barely visible barrier.
Dragoon collided into it, and the hurricane stopped immediately.
"What?"
Kenny, meanwhile, was typing rapidly on his computer. "Wow. Storm absorbed Dragoon's hurricane." He commented.
"How?"
"I don't know. I'm wondering where his bit beast is."
"He must have a bit beast, or else the blade wouldn't be that strong."
"He even mentioned a bit beast once."
"But why isn't he using it?"
"My ultraviolet radar isn't picking any invisible bit beast."
"Why did Dragoon's attack not work?"
"Because power isn't the only attribute to victory. You need strategy too."
"And you have neither. DRAGOON!"
"TYSON!" Kenny screamed, "DON'T"
Storm smirked. "Let's finish this. ATTACK!"
The two blades collided in one blast, and Dragoon was thrown off the stadium.
"What just happened? Asked Hilary.
"That blade has more power than I have seen." Said Kenny
"Those Celestials are tough. Very tough."
"And ruthless."
Tyson was annoyed. "Argh, please can you be quiet, it was jus a small loss, I can handle it. IT WAS JUST A SMALL MISTAKE!!!!!!!"
"Or is it?" asked a feminine voice from the door.
"Who are you?" asked Lin as they turned to the door to face a hooded girl.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Carolyn." She pulled back her hood and her blue eyes flashed.
"Carolyn?" asked Max.
"What? Forgot me already?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Hanging out."
"Who's that?" asked Lin
"She's Carolyn. A girl we met a few years ago."
"You've grown." Said Tyson
"Funny, I am older than you. And you sure haven't, as in maturity. In appetite, you have."
Tyson growled. "How did you know."
"A good friend of yours told me."
"Who would that be?"
"Guess. Just guess."
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SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! Please forgive me. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I watched the "Breaking the Ice" eppie last week and now I'm so happy. I never actually saw season one before. And yeah. I kinda went crazy this week and last week since the Russia thing was playing…*sighs dreamily* REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!
Oh and yes, I'm evil for not telling you what Helenia said to Mariam. That's a secret…I admit, it's one of my brillianter ideas.
Britt: I think I'm fancying longer chapter now, it's easier to write, but my reviewers get a field day at me for taking a long time.
Phoenix the 1st: I don't have it yet, and maybe when I do you can. But you can always email me. I'm free for that, and I love emails.
Nessi: Did you get my advice? I hope you're not offended, it wasn't meant to be offensive. Then again, every piece of criticism I write is offensive…I'm sorry. It was supposed to be nice, not offensive. The plot's great. I think that's better than people who have really bad plots… and good writing.
Dranzen: I know. But it's a friendly hug, I bet. Kai and Tyson don't love each other. Anyway this is a show for little kids. Seven year olds watch it. Love's not supposed to be here. It's just friendship. I love ranting, it gets out of control sometimes…Wow…you're the first person to say something of mine was amazing…I'm honoured! How can I forget you? It was sorely because of you that this fic still exists. You telling me to update every two days…If it weren't for you, I would have given up long by now…
The Elfstone: Why do I bother?
Cheetah of the Damned: I hope you like it…lol ^^