Hey everyone here i am with chapter 9! Ya me, i'm on a roll lately.

Schiziod Mouse: hehehe i'm glad you're enjoying the story thus far. The fight does continue in this chapter in fact. hope you enjoy.
Lomelindel: i know i'm evil poor Ty-chan. Tala's so evil too. thanks for the review.
Morgana Magi: I'm glad you like the story. and don't worry there will be a confontationXP.

On with the fic. please RR!

Chapter 9:

Coming to a Headway.

Wolfyena held on tight, locking his jaws around Deathren's neck as the white wolf tried to shake him off. Wolfyena released his grip on his neck and leaped away landing in front of Christina and her adoptive mother; he turned and faced his opponent snarling, silver blood dripping from his fangs.

Deathren advanced a snarl building up in his throat. The fur along both wolves backs were raised, tails up straight. Both Guardians leapt for each other at the same time, jaws snapping, claws raking at the others chest. Neither Guardian had bothered to shift into their true forms, not wanting to bring the house down around their ears, and harm their masters.

Deathren dropped to all fours then leapt at Wolfyena's throat form beneath. He grabbed hold then shook his head back and forth roughly, causing Wolfyena to lose his footing. Deathren gave a few final shakes then tossed the other wolf into the far wall. He then turned his attention back to Chrissie.

The black haired girl pushed her mother back against the wall, putting herself between her and harm. She closed her eyes and waited for Deathren to strike. Instead she heard a yelp and a crash, and her mother screaming. Her eyes flew open to see the remains of Wolfyena's Fire Arrow attack fading into the air, before he flew past her and pounced on Deathren once again.

Both wolves rolled across the floor, spraying silver blood everywhere, on the walls, the furniture, herself and Alice as well. Deathren kicked the black wolf off him and rolled to his feet. Both wolves stood there for a seconds, panting. Wolfyena was once again in front of his Mistress, protecting her from harm. After a few more seconds of the Guardians just snarling at one another, the wolves leapt at each other again, resuming their battle.

Serez could still hear the snarls of the two wolf Guardians as the fought in the other room, tumbling across the floor, blood and fur flying everywhere. But she didn't have time to think about that right now, she had her own problem to deal with, which happened to be standing in front of her, sword held at the ready, with the ease of practice. Serez pulled out her own sword and held it out in front of her at an angle, the best position to block most attacks from.

"I highly doubt, you will be able to hold me off for long with that pitiful piece of scrap metal, street-girl." Helet sneered advancing towards his smaller opponent.

"You're probably right…but who says I have to hold you off for very long, hm?" She sneered back, making it sound like she doubted his skills as a swordsman. When in fact she was referring to where Musica had disappeared too.

"Why you little…" He swung his sword in a high arc, leaving his chest exposed completely. If Serez had had any training in swordsmanship, she probably could have killed him then and there, and that would have been the end of this little problem. But she had none, so she did the best she could from what she had learned by watching sword bouts during tournaments.

She dropped to the ground – keeping her crimson eyes on Helet and his sword – her right leg stretched out to the side; her left was tucked underneath her. One hand kept her balanced on the ground and her other held her sword above her at a slant, protecting her head. Helet's blade clashed against hers, and because of the angel her sword was at, his blade skittered down its length and out of harms way, stopping when it reached her sword's hilt.

She switched her grip on her sword and brought both blades crashing to the floor, splinters broke off from the wood where they struck. Serez had Helet's blade pinned beneath hers. She swung her out-stretched leg around, sweeping his feet out from under him, bringing him crashing to the floor; she ended with her back to him.

Helet released the hilt of his sword with one hand and tried to grab Serez as she hopped forward, and got swiftly to her feet. His gloved hand just missed the material of her pants. She put her back where the door used to be, so if she ended up being pushed back she would have somewhere to move, instead of being pinned to a wall.

"That was a lucky shot, little girl. You won't get one in like that again." He pushed him self to his feet.

"Says you." She faced him again, this time sword poised for an attack.

Musica crept around the side of the house carefully. He could hear the crashes coming from inside the house, telling him that at least one fight was already underway. He hoped it was between the two Guardians, and not Serez and that Fanged Psycho, cause if it was, she wasn't going to last very long. He came to the window that looked in on the living room. He peered inside, dark blue eyes taking in everything in a matter of seconds. The two wolf Guardians rolled across the floor, snapping and clawing at each other, he couldn't see Chrissie or Alice, so he guessed they were against the wall that the window he was looking in was on. He was about to pry open the window when he heard feet shuffling behind him.

He slowly slipped his hand up his right sleeve, going for the knife there. He wrapped his around the hilt, but before he could draw it he felt cold steel press against the side of his face. "Take your hand out of your sleeve, slowly, and put both hands where I can see them." The strangers voice had an odd accent to it. It was like the one Serez had had when she first arrived in Tokyo. The blade was pressed harder against the side of his face. "Today would be nice."

Musica did what he was told; he pulled his hand from his sleeve and placed both hands behind his head, lacing his fingers together. "Good, now turn around, slowly." Once Musica faced his captor, he was surprised to see the slight resemblance he had to Serez. A look of confusion passed over the strangers face. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Why is that?"

"You look a bit light a friend I have… who is actually in a bit of a pickle at the moment, so if you don't mind, can you arrest me or whatever later. She needs help." Musica sighed, fidgeting impatiently, one hand tugging at his spiked blonde hair, a nervous gesture he had had since childhood.

"Her name wouldn't happen to be Serez by any chance would it?"

Musica's eyes widened with surprise. "How did you know?"

"I thought so. I'm not here to arrest you. In fact, now I'm going to help you." He gripped a stone that hung around his neck. Musica saw a bit of bronze light leak out through the other boy's clenched hand before it faded. A loud roar sounded from above. Musica looked up just in time to jump back before a large Dragon crushed him. "About time Amphylion." The boy muttered at the dragon, coming to stand beside him. "I'd move out of the way if I were you, boy. Unless you want to get blown away?"

Serez lunged at him the tip of her sword aimed straight at his heart. Helet smirked and swung his sword, knocking Serez's attack clear of him; knocking her of balance as well. As she tried to regain her balance, he reached and grabbed her locking his arm around her waist pinning her sword arm to her side, out of harms way. He blade the edge of his blade against her throat, pressing it against her skin until she felt the blade pinch her skin.

"Yeah, says me. Now if you'd be so kind as to drop your sword, milady." Helet hissed in her ear, his breath tickling across her face.

She released her sword, and winced inwardly as it clattered to the floor. There goes that line of defense. Musica better hurry up or I'm going to be dead. Serez cursed mentally, with her back pressed against his front like this he would feel any move she tried to make.

"And now Lady Spectro if you'll also relieve yourself of any other weapons you may possess…slowly." She felt him smirk against her hair. She grimaced and slowly started to reach for the blade on her trapped left arm. She stopped suddenly when his words caught up with her. Lady…he knows. She stiffened in his grip, her whole body started to shake. "What you didn't think we knew who you really were? A Roman noble, pretending to be a Japanese street-rat. Don't be stupid. My master knows everything about you." He grabbed her left wrist and twisted her around so she was facing him. Ice met drying blood. Serez's eyes filled with hate and fear, Helet's filled with triumph. "Now do as I said, get rid of your other knives."

Serez started jerkily removing her remaining weapons and dropping them next to her sword. Helet tilted his head to the side as if listening for something. "Deathren stop playing around, finish up in there." He received a howl in answer.

There was a sudden crash and the sound of splintering wood came from the other room. Helet turned to look at what had caused the commotion. Serez still hadn't removed the knife that was at the small of her back; she pulled it from its sheath and stabbed it into the arm that held her left arm captive. Helet snarled and threw her roughly away from him. She landed on the floor hard, landing on her elbows; both her arms went numb instantly. His arm dripped blood onto the floor as he raised his sword to strike at Serez.

She used her feet to push herself backwards away from the advancing boy.

Boris and Voltaire won't be to happy to find out that they lost on of their pawns, but it can't be helped. Just as he was about to cut her down, Deathren howled in agony and the wall separating the two battles collapsed. Standing in the dust, was a bronze two-headed dragon, and in front of it stood a boy with unruly white blonde hair, he looked to be about Serez's own age. He wore a long sleeved yellow shirt with a red sleeveless tunic over top, green breeches and well made brown leather boots. He held a broad sword in his hand, that definitely hadn't been made anywhere in Japan.

Helet once again found himself pushing himself off the floor. The dragon had his Guardian wolf pinned beneath one of his claws, one head snapped his jaws threateningly above the white wolf's head, the other watched Helet with a look that said he was wondering if the boy tasted good or not.

"I see you've managed to get yourself into trouble again, Cousin." The boy sighed and walked over to Helet, and kicked the boy's sword out of his hand, placing the tip of his own sword under Helet's chin. "Up." He slowly made his way to his feet, careful not to nick his neck on the tip of the intruder's blade.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Enrique Giancarlo. That's all you need to know." He turned to address his cousin, who was pushing herself to her feet, one hand wiping the blood off her throat where Helet's sword had pierced. It wasn't deep and would stop bleeding soon, but the feeling of the blood dripping down her neck and to her chest bothered her. "Are you okay Serez?"

"Hai. I'm fine Enrique. What in the Seven Hells are you doing here anyway?" She demanded, walking over to where she had dropped her weapons. She crouched down and started to replace them. "Never mind I'll find out later. Musica, are you and Chrissie all right?" She called into the other room, walking past the bronze dragon calmly.

"Yeah, we're fine. Wolfyena's a little beat up, and Chrissie's Mom's shaken up pretty good. Nothing some good Sake won't cure." He called back, helping Chrissie to tie some stripes of tablecloth around Wolfyena's more serious injuries. There were puddles of silver blood everywhere. Serez was happy to note that not all of it was the black wolf's blood. "Who's the blonde money-bag?" Musica asked when Serez reached them.

Icezray decided to come to life then, and started to circle the group. "About time you decided to come out." Serez accused glaring up at her Guardian. "Where were you when I needed help against that sadistic bastard, huh?"

"You seemed to have things well enough in hand. If you had really needed my help you would have asked."

"I'm glad someone has such confidence in my fighting abilities." She muttered sarcastically.

"Hey you didn't answer my question, Rez."

"Nani? Oh, gomen Musica. What was your question?"

"Who is the blonde money-bag? And why does he know your name?" He demanded, glaring at his green-haired friend, dark blue eyes demanding an answer.

A 13-year-old boy sat behind an ornate wooden desk, shuffling through papers, stopping every time he found something that caught his attention. He would then place it an every growing pile on the far corner of the desk, or drop it onto the floor into another equally large file. Her adjusted his glasses, which had slipped down his nose, and ran an ink stained and paper cut hand through his brown hair, pushing it out of green eyes. I really need a haircut. He rolled up the sleeves of his grey tunic, like his hands there too were ink-stained, his brown breeches and boots were the only thing that were stain free.

A large fox trotted in through the open door of the study. It had white fur with purple on its paws and the tips of it three tails. Its eyes were purple, and the fur around it was gold. It walked up to the desk and put its front paws on the edge, sending a few papers scattering in various directions.

The boy panicked for a second and snatched the papers from the air, clutching them to his chest. He glared at he over-sized fox. "Dizzara, be careful. I just got most of these organized." He scolded gently placing the papers delicately back onto the desk.

"Sheesh, Kenny. You need to lighten up." The fox scolded back, dropping her paws from the desk, and walking around to the chair behind the desk. She placed her head on his lap, and licked his hand.

"All right I forgive you. What was it you wanted? You came in here in a slight hurry."

"Lord Dickenson wants to see you, and he wants you to bring whatever reports you have ready from the others." She stated simply backing up so Kenny could get out of the chair.

He sighed and gathered up the papers on the corner of the desk. He hopped over the pile on the floor and walked over to a shelf that was against the wall behind the desk. He pulled a large, thick book off the shelf and flipped to the middle. Carved in the pages was the shape of a key. He dug in the pages and pulled out the antique looking key, and replaced the book back on the shelf. He then moved to a picture that was beside the desk. It might have been a beautiful piece of art at one point in time, but it hadn't been restored or repaired in years, so you could no longer make out what the painting had been of.

He pushed it to the side to reveal a safe embedded in the wall. He slipped the key into the lock, and sighed when her head the faint click of the bolt falling into place. He pocketed the key again, and opened the safe. Inside was a leather envelope, tied with a purple ribbon. He tucked the envelope carefully under his arm and closed the safe; he spun the lock back into place. That was the thing he liked about this safe. It looked like a regular combination safe, but you needed a key to open it, there was no combination for it.

"Okay Dizzi, lets go." He said turning to the fox spirit, his Guardian. He had had Dizzara, or Dizzi for short, since he was eight. Lightning sparked around Dizzi, and she grew in height and length by a foot and a half. She bowed down on her front legs and let Kenny climb onto her back, envelope still tucked under his arm. He wrapped his hand around the soft white fur of her neck, and got ready to ride down the hall.

She straightened up and shook her self slightly, getting used to the weight that was now on her back. Once she had adjusted she turned towards the door and trotted out heading towards Lord Dickenson's office.

Dizzi jumped in through the wide open door sliding to a stop, a few feet from the desk. Kenny hopped off her back, glaring at her slightly. "You didn't have to go so fast Dizzi."

"Haha, sorry Chief. I couldn't resist." She answered, using the nickname he had been given by the others that worked for Lord Dickenson.

"Hello Kenny. Did you bring the reports?" Asked the kindly man who sat behind the desk. He was a big man, but more like a Santa Claus figure, than an imposing one. He had gray hair and eyes, and wore a plain blue tunic, brown breeches, and black boots.

"Yes sir. Here they are." He placed the envelope on the desk, and took a seat. Dizzi plopped down next to the chair, head resting on her crossed paws.

"Excellent thank you. Have you heard from Johnny or Enrique lately?"

"Yes, I got a letter from Johnny the other day. It's in my "to organize pile." They're both fine. Except that Enrique seems to have gone missing." He mumbled the last bit, hoping that Dickenson wouldn't hear him…no such luck.

"What?"

"Enrique's gone missing. According to Johnny, he said that he was going to find a relative of his, somewhere in Japan. He had told his other teammates, and Johnny decided to inform us."

"Why would he go looking for a relative in Japan?"

"I don't know. Johnny said he seemed to think it was important to get her out of there or something. Enrique didn't really offer any information, just said where he was going, and when to expect him back."

"All right. We'll have to trust him on this one then. I wish he had told me though."

"You know how those four are, Lord Dickenson. They won't tell us what's happening with them, unless it's a life or death situation." Kenny pointed out reasonably.

"That's true. What of the others, or our Scouts? Any news from them?"

"One of our Scouts in the Hamburg region of Germany saw two people, a male and a female, traveling on horse back, both had pack horses. It looks like they had a long journey ahead of them. The male looked exactly like a person they saw entering Hamburg only a few days before."

"Hm, so Voltaire has already started collecting soldiers then. What of our sources in Russia?"

Kenny gripped the armrests tightly, and squeezed his eyes shut. "They're gone. They were found out and eliminated. Only Ozuma and Dunga managed to escape. Those that were under them were killed either in the initial scuffle, or because of battle wounds. They are on their way back, and are picking up Miriam and Joseph on the way." Dizzi looked up at her Master, and whimpered. She sat up and thrust her head under his chin, offering him some comfort.

"They did manage to find out that they have a girl their already training. Her name is Raisa Yana Korjev. Her Guardian is a giant bird-like creature; I believe they called it a Pterodactyl. Its name is Durack."

"All right. We will give those we have lost a proper burial. We have to pull, the others out of their stations, now. Start to rally everyone. Kenny, I'll trust you to see to that."

"Yes sir." Kenny stood and climbed back onto Dizzi's back. He patted her neck and she headed off back to Kenny's office.

Lord Dickenson opened the envelope after Kenny had left, and started to leaf through the pages. He sorted them out from most important to least important and then started to go through them each individually, deciphering the coded wording in each. It's coming to a headway now. I hope we are prepared for what will happen.

Well that's it. what do you guys think...Critique me. oh yeah i might actually turn this into a novel, i really like how it's going, but i might change the setting and the descriptions of the Beyblade charcters (will most likely change the descriptoins...stupid copyright laws) but i need input, and i would also like to now if it's okay that i use your characters, or at tleast there personalities or parts of their personalities. so i need EVERYONE WHO GAVE ME CHARACTERS toREVIEW this chapter and tell me what they think..or e-mail me at please and thank-you. all input and feed back will be very much appreciated.

and if you're wondering where my muses have gone, no longer wants us to express ourselves through muses...or something like that shrugs so they are gone until i find a loop hole through that little rule.

PLEASE RR!