Hiya Evryone!!!! well here it is Chapter 6!! Sorry it took so long for me to post my summer job got in the way, and then i moved up to the Northwest Territories. It's so cold here.

DBFH: Well no one told you you had to move ya know.

I know that, but i thought it would be fun and a good experience... and i didn't think that it would snow until november, not three days after we arrived (Oct. 4.)

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Chapter 6:

What Choice Do You Have?

Shura Mirklands ran down the hall away from her fathers study. She reached a crossroads in the hallway. Taking half a second to decide before she took a sharp left and headed to where her rooms were.

She entered her room in a cloud of black smoke that had been created by her bat-like guardian, Dusk. Once the large bat had soared into her chambers, Shura closed and locked the door. "I can't believe this! What made him think I'd just roll over and do what ever he pleased?" Fumed the redhead as she bustled about her room and packed up everything she thought she'd need: money, changes of clothes, some food, and other travel gear. She then picked up a hooded black cloak that lay on her bed, threw it over her shoulders, and flipped the hood over her head.

Once she was sure she had everything she would need, she unlocked the door and slipped through it, letting Dusk go first to get rid of anyone that got in their way. She hustled through the stone hallways of Mirklands Keep as quietly as she could in her lacy, black Victorian style dress, and cursed mentally as the heels of her boots made loud clacking noises as she hurried down the hall towards the stables – to her anyway.

Shura and Dusk ran into few obstacles during their escape. No one dared to stop the young Lady of the Keep when she was in a bad mood, the few guards that did try to stop the miffed girl were soon put to rest when Shura had Dusk use it's Perish attack to drain them of their energy, putting them to sleep for a few hours.

"Halt!" Called out a voice just as Shura was about to round the corner. Shura paused at the bend and glanced back over her shoulder at the person who had called out to her. She was taken aback when she saw the Knight and Captain of the Guard, Robert. He never usually tried to stop her when she ran away from home, which she did every now and then.

"What do you want Robert?" She demanded, turning to glare at the young Knight. Well not that young, he was actually only a couple years older than Shura's own 15.

"What are you doing? Scratch that. What have you done? Your Father is furious." He questioned carefully. It was always like walking on eggshells dealing with the fiery tempered Lady. Robert hadn't been at the Keep for even 6 months yet, but had quickly worked his way up the ranks to the Captain of the Guard. No one knew where he came from or knew that much about him. He looked nothing like any other person from this region. He had purple hair cropped short, about ear length, a few loose strands fell into his crimson eyes, but other than that it was all slicked back out of his face so he could see properly. He held himself in a dignified manor that didn't fit his station. He held himself like he knew he was better than the people around him.

"I did nothing, it's what he did." She snapped at him, looking down when she felt the skirts of her dress shift around her. Dusk had come back to see what was taking his Mistress so long.

"Well whatever has happened, it has caused your father to claim High Treason against the Mirklands line. I think he intends to get people to think you attempted to kill him. But instead of the usual death penalty he's ordered the guard to detain you and take you to a facility in Moscow, Russia."

"What? High Treason! That's insane I've done nothing to deserve such a accusation." Alarm bells went off inside her head. 'What is father thinking. Going to such extreme measures to send me to Russia. This isn't like him to be this rash. What did they promise him if he delivered me to Russia.' She thought to herself frantically.

"What did you do then?"

"Disobeyed his orders, nothing out of the ordinary for me."

"Why would you do that, what was the order?" Usually no one questioned Shura for her reasons for anything, but Robert had always been able to ask more than most. No one knew why, it just was.

"Why should I tell you Captain?"

"Because, I might be able to help you escape." He answered calmly taking a few steps closer, but stopped when Dusk hissed at him.

Shura looked up in surprise. She met Robert's eyes, searching for any falseness in his words. "Why would you want to help me? I have never done anything for you?"

"I have my own reasons for what I do. Lets just say, you going to Russia will not be a good thing. So I will help you escape if that means that you do not get taken to Russia."

"Why?" Shura asked, suspicion ringing in her voice. "Why would me going to Russia be a bad thing?"

Robert sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "That would talk all night to tell in its entirety."

"Well then just give me the short version of events, Captain."

"Fine, the short version. The short version is that a Russian man named Voltaire Hiwatari – along with his right-hand man Boris Balkov – are setting out to try and take over the world."

"Just how do they plan on doing that? Everyone else would band together and stop them before they could even make it through Poland and Ukraine."

"They don't plan on just using a human army. They have what you could call a reserve squad. An army made up of Humans and mythical creatures, much like your bat, Dusk."

"You mean they plan on using Sacred Guardians to try and take over the world?" Robert nodded. "That's impossible. They only do what their masters tell them, and the creatures themselves choose their masters. If they separate them they will not listen."

"Who ever said anything about separating them?" Robert asked looking at the younger girl. "Voltaire plans on using the guardians masters in his plot as well."

"That's why Father wanted me to go. Otherwise he just would have taken Dusk from me in the middle of the night... But surely they realize that if this war got out of hand that the Creatures and the Masters would probably end up destroying most of the world, before they even had a chance to enjoy the spoils of their victory."

"Oh trust me, they understand completely. In the eventuality that that happens, they plan on making the people – whoever is left – rebuild that which they destroyed." Robert explained heatedly, not liking the prospect of being anyone's slave.

Dusk screeched quietly, looking at his mistress. "Dusk wants to know just how it is that you know all of this. Frankly I'd like to know that my self."

"I work for a Lord named Stanley Dickenson. He has gathered together those he thought could handle the mission of finding out and stopping what ever is going on, before it gets to far into the game."

"Who else is there?"

"My self, and three of my companions. One operates in France, Spain, Germany, and the other East Coast and North Sea Countries, his name is Oliver. And the other two, Enrique and Johnny, operate in the rest of the countries up to Poland, although come to think of it it's just Johnny at the moment, but that's none of your business. Ukraine would not accept help, saying they could look after it, if it ever reaches their borders. And we left Switzerland alone because they are neutral."

"Only four of you are standing between this threat?"

"No there are six more people operating throughout Asia. There names I do not know. And one other who collects the information from us and gives it to Lord Dickenson periodically."

"Okay, so 11 of you. That hardly seems an adequate force to even go up against this threat let alone stop it."

"Look I can't tell you anymore. I've probably divulged too much information already. If you pass through France, try and connect with Oliver. He'll help you find a safe place to hole-up in, for a short time anyway." Shura nodded and turned to go.

She paused before taking the bend in the hall that would lead her to the western staircase. "What makes you think that you have a chance of winning?" She asked, looking back at the purple haired knight.

"Were hoping that some are like you, and will not wish to join but to put a stop to it instead. Or at least not have any part in it."

She nodded once more then continued on quickly down the hallway, with many thoughts rushing through her head, but the one foremost on her mind was that of escape and freedom.

Once Shura and Dusk reached the last staircase that they had to climb down, Dusk flew down and glided to a stop, landing next to the small door in the east wall that opened up right next to the stable that housed the Mirklands' Family mounts. He sat there in the shadows waiting for his mistress to catch up.

The door was slightly ajar when Shura reached it. She eased herself forward and peered out into the moonlit stable yard. Seeing no one in the vicinity, she stepped back and let Dusk glide through the door. Shura followed closely not wanting to be caught, grabbing a wall torch from the sconce that was on the outer wall next to the door.

Shura cringed when the hinges on the door to the stable made high pitched screeching sounds. She paused once the door was opened to make sure that no one had heard and were coming to see what the noise was. "Dusk, is anyone coming?" She questioned the bat who at the moment was hanging upside down from the roof's edge. Dusk had much better hearing than Shura and could tell whether or not some one was heading there way or just walking past. The large bat shook his head, and flew through the door gracefully. Taking that as an all clear Shura quickly followed.

They reached the stall that housed her slate-grey mare, and Shura hastily got to work tackling up the spirited horse. She pranced around sensing her rider's nervousness, by how quickly she was being saddled. After leading it out of the stall and into the walkway, Shura swung up onto the mares back and slowly walked her towards the door that they had entered through. The gates that led out of the Fortress were only a few yards away. Shura quickly scanned the area as she eased her mare out into the open. Not seeing anyone that would cause an immediate threat, she kicked her horse into a quick run and took off for the open country that surrounded the place that she had once called home.

"My names Spencer Serov, and I have a proposition for you, Skye."

Skye glared at Spencer, who leaned on the opposite wall of the alley watching the young girls reaction. "A proposition? What kind of proposition?" She asked suspiciously, glancing at the foreign blonde. The metal dragon, Speculia, circled his mistress once before coming to a rest, draping across her shoulders.

"It's really a fairly simple deal, even you should be able to grasp it." He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest and looking steadily at the black-haired German across from him.

"Watch it, or the talk stops here."

"Fine, fine. Here's the deal. You work for my boss, do what he tells you to, no questions asked. And you get anything you could ever want. To a certain extent."

"Why does your boss want me? There must be plenty of other people that would be willing to work for him?" She questioned trying to keep the interest out of her voice.

Spencer grinned inwardly, 'Like taking candy from a baby.' Aloud he said, "That's true, but only you have what he needs."

"And what might that be?"

"That little dragon that's around your neck." He said pointing at the creature in question. Speculia raised his head, glaring at Spencer with one red eye.

"Speculia. What does he want him for?"

"Come see what he has to offer you'll find out."

"And just what is it that he's offering?"

"Power."

Now Skye was really interested, and had to struggle to keep it from showing on her face. 'I think I'll have a little fun first, before I agree to go.' She shook her head smiling.

"What's so funny?" Spencer demanded.

"So technically all you are offering me is power, right?"

Bells went off in Spencer's head. 'Damn not as easy as I thought it was going to be.' He tilted his head to the side, shrugging one shoulder, "What more could you ask for. My boss can give you the power to do anything you want."

It was Skye's turn to shrug. "I have enough power here to do what I want as it is. I don't need anymore."

Spencer straightened up from his position against the wall, facing the German girl. "Look my orders are to bring you back with me. Either you come along of your own volition, or I bring you in by force."

"You just don't understand who you're dealing with Spencer. I am not some helpless little street orphan that can't defend herself."

"Oh I know exactly who you are, Lady Skye. Just because I didn't say so to begin with, didn't mean I did not know." Spencer smirked at the look of astonishment on Skye's face. One of his main skills was gathering information, and being able to keep that information from others.

"If you knew who I was, why did you not just take me with you when you jumped me from behind?" Skye demanded, moving herself away from the wall and more towards the opening of the alley.

"Because it seems that not many people know what the Dukes Daughter actually looks like. So I had to be sure. But I've known since you told me your name... Now are you going to come along like a good little girl, or does this have to get violent?"

Skye laughed, startling Spencer once more. "No I'll go. I was going to go all along, I just wanted to have some fun."

Spencer kept the confusion off his face with some difficulty. 'This girl is strange. But at least I've finished my job.' He shook his head and started to walk out of the alley. "Right then, come on. We leave in the morning, so I suggest you go home and get what ever it is you need. Meet me outside the Inn at the western edge of town. And bring your own horse and provisions. I don't share." He stated simply, with no room for any type of argument.

"Yes sir!" Skye said, saluting mockingly as she followed him out into the street. "But I have one warning for you, Spencer." He glanced at the younger girl, raising an eyebrow at her. "Don't cause any trouble while you're here. My Father isn't very lenient when it comes to outsiders. He'll most likely have you killed for the slightest offence. I don't think your boss would be very happy with you if you went and got yourself killed."

"No I suppose he wouldn't. But it wouldn't be my problem, would it?"

"Hmm, guess not. But I think you want the power that he's promised just as much as I do. So getting executed would not be in your best interest."

Spencer looked at her curiously. She wasn't as stupid as she led people to believe, 'She uses her innocent appearance and the naivety that people believe she has to her advantage, and to observe people.' He thought coming to the realization suddenly. "Your right it wouldn't. I'll see you at the Western Gates, tomorrow morning. Don't be late. I won't wait for you."

"Same to you. I won't wait either."

Spencer smirked; then turning he gave her a quick wave in farewell then turned left heading back to the Inn he was staying at.

"Itai! That hurts Rez!" Musica complained as Serez cleaned the cut that he had received from that crazy fanged boy.

Serez took the disinfectant away from the cut to look at it. All it really was was a wet cloth with salt on it. It had stopped bleeding and was scabbed over in places. "Well it had to be cleaned, unless you wanted an infection that is. Besides I'm done, so stop complaining Hatcher." She scolded patiently, tossing the cloth back into the slat-water bowl.

Musica poked at the cut winced then tried to glance down at the cut, but couldn't see it, so he'd have to take Serez's word that it was okay. "Who was that guy any way? Any ideas?" He asked picking his shirt and vest up off the floor and putting them back on. Musica looked over at Serez who was crouched down in front of Icezray. He knew that she was having a telepathic conversation with her Guardian Spirit. He sighed and glanced at Dimean. "What do ya think Dimean? Any thoughts."

"Plenty, all bad, none that would help us figure out who those two were." The small creature answered, looking towards the window.

"Icezray thinks we should ask Tyson. The boy seemed to know who he was."

"But Tyson said he didn't know him. How would that help us?" Confusion flashed across the young thief's face as he tried to figure out why they should ask the Smith at all. He said he didn't know the guy, right?

"It doesn't hurt to ask. Besides would you be able to think straight with some guy trying to squeeze the life out of you?" Serez asked.

"No I suppose not."

"Right then, let's swing by Chrissie's house on the way to the Kinomiya Forge." She said as she dug into her trunk and pulled out her throwing knives, and her sword. She strapped them all into place, the sword going to her side, one knife on each wrist and ankle, and the last one at the small of her back.

"Why? Her foster parents don't like us, remember." Pointed out Musica as they headed to the ladder that led from Serez's home to the streets below. "And why are you going out armed?"

"I just got this feeling. And I'm going out armed for the same reason."

"Not another hunch. Remember what happened last time we followed one of your hunches." He argued frantically. "I was aching for weeks after that."

"Yes I remember, but Icezray agrees with me this time. He says that Wolfyena seems distressed. But he can't find out why."

"Nani! Why not?"

"Wolfyena's not answering him." She said simply. Serez peered into the street making sure no one was there, then quickly proceeded out into the open.

"Okay. Dimean, go on ahead and see what's up with Wolfyena... Hey wait a second. Wolfyena would contact one of our Guardians if Chrissie was in a life threatening situation, so maybe she's okay."

"If that were true, then he would answer us." Icezray pointed out swooping around the two thieves.

"Then why isn't he answering you guys?" Serez inquired as they walked down Market Street. Serez stomach took that moment to announce that she was hungry. She rolled her eyes, but angled her walk towards a fruit stand. Musica continued walking like he didn't notice anything.

Serez faked tripping in front of the stand. She caught herself on the edge of the stand and pulled herself back up. Once she was straight she apologized to the vendor while sneaked an apple into her breeches pocket, then slipped back into the crowd to rejoin Musica and Dimean.

"Are you done?" Musica scolded quietly, glancing down at the younger girl in exasperation.

"Yes sorry, I haven't eaten all day." She explained biting into her apple with a content sigh. "So why isn't Wolfyena answering you guys?" She asked looking up at Icezray as they turned onto the street where Christina's home was located.

"Only one thing comes to mind." Icezray answered coming to land on Serez's arm and wrap himself around it. Once he finished he seemed to solidify and looked like nothing more than a Dragon Armlet.

"Another Guardian is in the room, is not friendly, and can follow are conversations." Dimean finished, going to hide in the darkened alley beside Christina's home.

"But the only other people in Tokyo with Guardians are us three, Tyson, Max, and Rei. Right?" Musica protested.

"Unless you count that stranger we ran into today." Serez pointed out logically. Her face fell suddenly as her words caught up with her.

"Christina!" They cried in unison. Fear for their friend made the two thieves run the last few steps to the door and pound on it.

'If any thing has happened to her, I'm going to kill that guy, slowly.' Musica and Serez vowed silently.

'Who are these two? And what do they want?' Chrissie thought to herself as she straightened up from her crouch. She kept a hand wrapped in Wolfyena's fur to keep him from jumping at the other wolf.

"I apologize, for my wolf's rudeness. He's very territorial." She said to Helet through gritted teeth.

"That's quite alright. It's understandable." He nodded understandingly. Christina looked at him with confusion clearly written on her face.

Helet chuckled softly shaking his head at the young orphan. "Deathren does it as well, when he feels I'm threatened or someone is around that he does not trust."

Alice just nodded, it didn't make sense to her, but then again she didn't have a Guardian Beast looking after her. "So why are you here Helet?"

"I have come to offer your daughter a job." He said simply, turning his attention from Chrissie and Wolfyena to her.

Christina sat down on the other chair in the room; luckily for her it was at the far end, situated fairly close to the door leading out of the living room.

"A job? But isn't she to young?"

"I'm only 16, and she is only a year younger than I am, correct?"

"Yes, but..."

"My employer does not much care for the age of his workers. As long as the person is willing to earn their keep and put in a good day's work." He placated, seeing that Alice was getting nervous.

Before Alice could ask another question, Christina asked one of her own. "And where is this job? If you don't mind my asking."

"Of course not. It's in Moscow, Russia. The trip it's self is free as is food and lodgings. All you'd have to do would be work."

"And if I said I didn't want to go?" Christina's mind was racing. 'What the heck is going on? Why would some guy in Russia, be looking for workers in Japan?' She thought to herself furiously.

"Well that is entirely up to you." He answered easily. If Christina hadn't practically grown up with Musica and Serez she would not have caught the lie and the underlying threat, 'Either you come with me willingly or I force you.'

"Thank you for the offer, but no thanks. I like living here in Tokyo just fine."

"Of course." Just then the white wolf at Helet's side looked towards the front door and started to growl. At the same time Wolfyena got up and ran to the door.

"Wolfyena what..." Then the pounding started. "I got it." Christina said jumping up from her chair and making for the door. Helet's wolf was suddenly there, blocking her way to the door.

"Get your beast out of my way." Chrissie growled, glaring at Helet with her black eyes.

"He obviously sees whatever is at the door as a threat, and does not wish you to leave the room." He stated calmly as he stood from his chair, picking up his sword belt from the back of the chair and placing back around his waist, he left the cloak where it was.

"Liar." She spat. "If that were true then Wolfyena would have stayed with me, not gone to the door."

"True. Fine how bout this one. Whatever is out there is a threat to me and you joining them would make it that much worse." Helet said grinning evilly. "Now how 'bout you reconsider that job offer, hmm?" he added coming to stand beside his wolf.

"Never. Wolfyena let them in!" She called to her guardian. The wolf nodded and turned to the door. He was surrounded by fire, and three bolts flew towards the door, it burst into flames and fell away from its frame.

Serez and Musica peered around the charred frame to look into the house. They both recognized the spiky hair of the boy from that afternoon. "You again. I thought so." Serez grounded out from between her teeth, stepping through the threshold, and into the house. Musica followed, with Dimean right behind. He called the scruffy guardian when he first saw Helet.

"You two again? Didn't you learn your lesson before about getting in my way?" He asked smirking at the two thieves. Musica's right hand went up to the newest cut; he dropped his hand immediately after he had raised it, and glared at the fanged boy.

"And didn't you learn it's dangerous to mess with our friends?" Musica snapped, one hand going behind his back, reaching fro one of the daggers he had there. He didn't draw it, put he kept his hand wrapped around the hilt. If Helet tried anything funny, he'd be ready.

Serez hands balled into fists at her sides, and the air around her became frosty. "What are you doing here?"

"Offering your friend here a job, but she has refused to come along cooperatively. So, alas, I must resort to force." He said the last with mock sadness and disappointment. Deathren, take the girl."

The white wolf advanced on Christina, a snarl trickling from his mouth as he advanced. Chrissie backed up putting herself between the wolf, and her adoptive mother in case they tried to use her to get to her. "Wolfyena!" She cried when the wolf jumped a few feet towards her. Wolfyena charged past Helet spinning him around, and leaped onto Deathren's back, grabbed his neck in her jaws, and bit down hard.

Musica growled quietly, trembling with rage. He turned and mumbled something to Serez before slipping back out through the charred doorway.

Helet laughed at the fight that was taking place between the two wolves, taking joy in the pain that would be caused to the young black haired girl to have her wolf injured while she watched and did nothing, because it would be all she could do. His laugh was cruel and frightening and sent chills down Serez's spine.

He turned to look back at Serez and Musica. He laughed again, this time it was mocking. "It looks like your friend has deserted you girl, as has his filthy little beast."

"Musica does his own thing, and I do mine. Question for you, boy. Are you all talk and your wolf does your fighting for you? Or, can you back up your talk?" She asked her own voice holding the mocking and cynicism that she had for everyone she didn't know or trust.

"Do you wanna try me girl?"

"Si." She answered, accidentally slipping back into her native tongue, Italian. She slid her feet until they were a shoulder width apart. Knowing Rei since she was 7, she had picked up a few handy skills, one being how to defend herself, to some extent.

"Suit yourself. But don't blame me when you're bleeding all over the floor." He snarled, advancing towards the small Italian girl. Serez just smirked. She knew she was going to regret this when she felt the bruises tomorrow, but she was going to go down fighting.

A scream came from the living room followed by a howl and some more snarls, and snapping of teeth. Both teens looked towards the fight for a few seconds. Serez recovered first from the spectacle of blood and fur; she threw the first punch. It connected with the side of Helet's face just below his eye. His head snapped to the side and he staggered, not expecting so much power behind the punch of some scrawny street-rat. He turned back to Serez, a hand touch the red mark on his face gingerly. "Didn't forget about me now, did you?" She asked mockingly, dancing back out of his reach.

"You'll pay for that girl." He snarled dropping his hand from the side of his face and reaching for the sword that was at his waist.

'Hurry it up Musica.' She pleaded silently. To Helet she said offhandedly,

"You're probably right." She reached for her own blade, preparing herself for the fight that was about to come.

Well that's it. Finally. hope you all enjoyed this enstalment in Beyblade: Midieval Style! Tell me what you guys thought, i accept all kinds of feed back good, bad, indifferent.... i will try to get chapter 7 up A.S.A.P. Don't forget to Review!!!