Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters.
Summary: When Biovolt goes after one of its past 'students' the BBA steps in and places the girl under the watch of the Blade Breakers. What are Biovolt's plans for this girl and what happens when they get a hold of her because she risked herself by saving one of the Blade Breakers that has grown fond of her.
-Ok…. My bad. I made the last chapter sound like it was the last when in fact it wasn't that last chapter to the story at all! Indeed I did think about stopping there, but that would've been just too mean… Anyways on with the story, and thank you so very much for the reviews everyone.-
Takes place after the World Beyblading Tournament
"…." Talking '….' Thinking
Clandestine Wolf
Chapter Twenty - Healing
Mocking laughter of children, all male children echoed through the once quiet hallways of what seemed to be some kind of school. Everyone wore a uniform that matched one another, a prep school possibly as the building stood a good few stories high with two separate buildings. One building was a dorm, though all the kids had gathered at the gates of the school as a new arrival was brought in, but yet they all laughed at the child that was being enrolled into their school. Competitive the schoolboys were, the prep school being and all guys school as they were taught in every aspect of life and their flaws were pointed out so they could be corrected. Classes were over for the day, the students ages going from somewhere around ten to as old as senior high school students of eighteen. All of them laughed though as the new student was escorted to the office to be issued a room for their own lonesome self. The man which escorted the new student didn't seem too concerned with all the students pointing and laughing, whispers flooding back and forth between one student and another as rumors were already started.
Some of the boys threw things like pieces of wadded up paper, food wrappers as well as food its self, pen caps, mechanical pencils, other small objects, and some boys who were daring enough through small pebbles at the new student that walked up the driveway. One of the pebbles thrown caught the new student in the temple, a decent sized gash being made while the students just kept laughing about the whole matter. The man walking the new kid didn't really seem to care, letting the cut be as a thin trail of scarlet flow started to flow from a now deeply throbbing temple. From there the new student's life was going to be nothing like it had been with happy parents and a care free life, and in the child's own words it was called nothing short of hell its self. Everything had been just turned upside down from happy to horrible in a matter of hours, a calm life turning into a strict and hectic one as everything was changed for what the student had been told was for the better.
The first day of school had to be ever worse than the half mile stretch of concrete which led up to the private school for boys. Once curious and lively eyes turned to dull and lifeless ones as each class the new student was forced to sit in the back away from everyone else, as the first day was the day everyone decided to bookmark the new kid as an outcast and unwanted. The teachers didn't help in the matter either as they just half expected their new pupil to jump onto whatever they were teaching and to completely understand what the were talking about. Of course the teachers themselves weren't really happy with the fact that a student, which was supposed to be starting mere grade school, was being enrolled in high school classes. The man who had brought the new child in explained more than once why the student was to be taught higher level studies of everything they had, saying that the child was one of those really smart kids who were going to graduate early and make something of themselves, though in secret the man had another plan for the child.
Even as a whole school yeah passed things never changed, dirty looks and mocking laughs following the outcast student every corner turned and every schoolroom entered. The teachers pushed the student harder than the others, demanding that since they were in a higher level than a normal student of their age would be that they would have to prove themselves capable of keeping up and taking the heat directed upon them. Each obstacle was taken on though as easily as any other, each test given mastered and each homework assignment done and turned in before it was actually due. Extra credit was always done and extra classes were always taken as the outcaste student pushed themself harder than anyone else ever did. It seemed just to drown yourself in work and extra things that the pain and misery of everything would just go away, but it never did.
Another school year was starting to go by, but the student kept on going like nothing was going to stop their goals from being reached. It was the activity during lunch and free time that always caught the student's attention everyday though as nearly every boy in the school participated in it. Of course the older boys were the best at it, having been in practice for a greater deal of time than the younger boys as they also had more experience and tactical knowledge from their more advanced classes. This little game they played with spinning tops was called beyblading, and each day the student would stand away from everyone yet watch the matches that went on. So competitive the boys were, taunting each other and betting things against one another while having smaller tournaments here and there. It was always amusing for the student just to watch the boys have their fun.
Then came the day when the student got the courage, or rather got the order to challenge the best of the boys. It wasn't as easy as it sounded, as the man that told the student to do so didn't understand how much the other students were annoyed of the very presence that was brought on by just standing over half of the classroom or field away. The man had ordered it to happen anyways, and so it did one rainy day and storming day. The outcast wouldn't admit it, but there was something about the game that made the blood in their veins race with anticipation and eagerness yet calmness and understanding as well. Also the older than who had enrolled the student into the school had another adult male teaching them everything there was to know about beyblading. Strategies were always running through the child's mind, changing with every move that was made by the bladers of the school as they fought against one another.
Reluctantly enough the best beyblader in the all boy prep school accepted the challenge that was made by the outcast, thinking that no matter what he would win just because he was considered the best in the whole area as well. The outcast was as calm as they were taught to be as the match begun, reading each of the opponent's moves before they even came. The other students accused the outcast of cheating as more beyblades were launched into the fighting dish of the large gym. Each were going after the outcast's blade, weaving and planning as they worked together to try to defeat the student that was so easily avoiding their attacks. Finally the outcast's blade was caught in the center of the large dish, each of the other blades circling madly as other students soon joined in on the fun and launched their blades. In groups they attacked the beyblade in the center of the dish, yet with every attack the blade regained its balance and what looked like to be gaining speed as it went along. Now not only were students adding their beyblades to the fight, which was supposed to be one on one, but they were as well trying to physically harm the outcast. Each blow upon the centered beyblade sent a sharp pain through the outcast's body, but as they all began their taunting all over again it seemed to be too much.
It was hard to tell which came first, the blinding light blue light that leapt from the outcast's body into the center of the beyblade or the ear splitting scream that rose from the student's lungs. The storm outside the building seemed to suddenly worsen with each passing second, the wind howling like a pack of wolves as the pain pelted down in endless sheets along with good sized pieces of hail. The glowing light of the beyblade being attacked in the center of the dish grew only to slowly take form into a wolfish looking spirit with angry light blue eyes. As the glowing blue bit beast went on the attack as ordered by the will of the outcast the lights of the gym shattered sending sparks everywhere while each of the other student's beyblades were shattered into small pieces by the raging bit beast which looked to have just leapt from the soul of the outcast its self. As soon as the ear splitting scream ended it was all over, everything washed over in a pitch-black blanket.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Steel blue eyes shot open as Alexis suddenly sat up only to be rewarded with nausea and bone shattering pain as if her body had been just hit by a wrecking ball. Balance was lost as she started to fall back onto what seemed to be a very soft bed of warm cotton blankets but a pair of arms caught her from falling back so harshly as she was slowly lowered back down onto a feather soft pillow. If it wasn't for the complete lack of light in the room and the heart sinking realization that Cynewolf was gone from her meaning she wasn't aided by the sight of a wolf spirit Alexis could've more clearly saw who was helping her. Amazingly enough she was very much alive, not having expected that she would live through the explosion of the Abbey. Though the world was still spinning around her the pain was ebbing away and despite a parched throat she managed to croak out a single word. "Kai..?"
As if one cue Snowflake's head was lifted slowly, a cup held to her lips as her hands fluttered up to steady the glass more readily as the water that was in the glass was eagerly consumed. Soon a spoon found its way to her mouth, a cherry smell floating from the contents it held as Alexis could only guess it was some kind of medication of some kind, but to her anything that would help ease the pain her whole body was in would be grateful as she timidly swallowed the cherry flavored thick medication. It wasn't the best tasting thing and it didn't rest easily on an empty stomach, but her nose quickly picked up the warm and lightly spiced scent of some kind of soup. Still though she couldn't see who was helping her, once more calling out the name in which she desperately wanted it to be. "Kai?"
There was a long pause, uncomfortable for both parties as Alexis more carefully sat up this time. Slow were her movements, not sure if she was seriously injured out not or rather not really sure where she was to begin with. The person who had been helping her since she woke resumed doing so, putting several pillows behind her back before speaking. Amazing enough the voice shocked Snowflake as it was an older voice of an aged yet kind man. "I'm not this Kai who you ask for Little One. My name is Luscious, and you're quite lucky I found you. You've been asleep for nearly a full week! I found your frail little body at the edge of the forest by the building that exploded the day I found you. You must've black out and unconsciously crawled out of the rubble or something, though I didn't say anything to the news reporters. They'd be badgering you for answers as soon as you woke, but no matter you're safe here child."
"Where….is here?" Snowflake settled back into the soft pile of pillows that had been put at her back, slowly bringing her legs to cross Indian style in front of her as a few candles were lit in the room. The man was certainly aged, his face wrinkled yet friendly as her had a short white beard and a gray cap of hair on his head. Really he wasn't much taller than Alexis herself, waddling around the room as he picked up a bowl of soup and settled it in Snowflake's lap so she could eat. The room that they were in wasn't entirely too big, but it wasn't too small either as it had a comfortable homey feeling to it. There weren't any windows suggesting the room that they were in was some sort of den of the sorts, the walls almost looking to be made of dirt or clay. Once sitting back down in front of the dark skinned teen Luscious finally answered the question asked of him. "Where? Well let's see your about at the border line of Russia, west side of course. My home here is in the middle of the vast forest area, but there's a road not too far from here. I drove you here by cab and tended to your wounds, which have healed nicely, might I add. You're quite a fighter it seems Little One."
There was a slow pause, a spoon full of soup halfway to Alexis' mouth as she looked the older man over slowly. After eating the spoonful of soup and allowing the warm liquid to travel down her throat she spoke once more, calm it seemed from her nightmare just moments before yet seeming lost all the same. "You're name is Luscious? I thank you for your help you've given me, and I'm truly grateful. My name…. My name is Alexis Maximus." An ever so slight smile crossed her lips now knowing she no longer had to hide her name from people now. "Do you think you could…help me once more and get me a trip to South America? I know it's asking a bit much of you but that's where my… Where the people I care about are." Steel blue eyes downcast themselves quietly, looking at the soup that rested in Alexis' lap in which she suddenly took a great deal of interest in.
"Oh that wouldn't be asking much out of me at all Little One. My son works for a private airliner service, well actually to think about it he owns the service really. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to fly you down to South America to be with those you care about. Why you are all the way up here in Russia I don't know, but you must be lonely with everyone you care about being so far away. Reminds me…of a wandering wolf. Your eyes, fangs at that too as I've noticed those when I was feeding you when you were sleeping, look so much like a wolf's. Oh…. I also cleaned and stitched up the outfit I found you in, and no I didn't change you my wife did. She's out of town for today, traveling with a friend of hers leaving me here to take care of you, but never fear you're not a burden here." Warmly the old man chuckled, rubbing his beard lightly as his friendly brown eyes gleamed softly. Alexis couldn't help but she smiled sheepishly at Luscious before offering a gentle yawn. Before she knew it the soup was out of her lap and hr head in the soft pillows, needing sleep a lot more than she actually knew it as her body healed its self. "Sleep well Little One. May your sleep by a calm one and your trip just as much so."
Summary: When Biovolt goes after one of its past 'students' the BBA steps in and places the girl under the watch of the Blade Breakers. What are Biovolt's plans for this girl and what happens when they get a hold of her because she risked herself by saving one of the Blade Breakers that has grown fond of her.
-Ok…. My bad. I made the last chapter sound like it was the last when in fact it wasn't that last chapter to the story at all! Indeed I did think about stopping there, but that would've been just too mean… Anyways on with the story, and thank you so very much for the reviews everyone.-
Takes place after the World Beyblading Tournament
"…." Talking '….' Thinking
Clandestine Wolf
Chapter Twenty - Healing
Mocking laughter of children, all male children echoed through the once quiet hallways of what seemed to be some kind of school. Everyone wore a uniform that matched one another, a prep school possibly as the building stood a good few stories high with two separate buildings. One building was a dorm, though all the kids had gathered at the gates of the school as a new arrival was brought in, but yet they all laughed at the child that was being enrolled into their school. Competitive the schoolboys were, the prep school being and all guys school as they were taught in every aspect of life and their flaws were pointed out so they could be corrected. Classes were over for the day, the students ages going from somewhere around ten to as old as senior high school students of eighteen. All of them laughed though as the new student was escorted to the office to be issued a room for their own lonesome self. The man which escorted the new student didn't seem too concerned with all the students pointing and laughing, whispers flooding back and forth between one student and another as rumors were already started.
Some of the boys threw things like pieces of wadded up paper, food wrappers as well as food its self, pen caps, mechanical pencils, other small objects, and some boys who were daring enough through small pebbles at the new student that walked up the driveway. One of the pebbles thrown caught the new student in the temple, a decent sized gash being made while the students just kept laughing about the whole matter. The man walking the new kid didn't really seem to care, letting the cut be as a thin trail of scarlet flow started to flow from a now deeply throbbing temple. From there the new student's life was going to be nothing like it had been with happy parents and a care free life, and in the child's own words it was called nothing short of hell its self. Everything had been just turned upside down from happy to horrible in a matter of hours, a calm life turning into a strict and hectic one as everything was changed for what the student had been told was for the better.
The first day of school had to be ever worse than the half mile stretch of concrete which led up to the private school for boys. Once curious and lively eyes turned to dull and lifeless ones as each class the new student was forced to sit in the back away from everyone else, as the first day was the day everyone decided to bookmark the new kid as an outcast and unwanted. The teachers didn't help in the matter either as they just half expected their new pupil to jump onto whatever they were teaching and to completely understand what the were talking about. Of course the teachers themselves weren't really happy with the fact that a student, which was supposed to be starting mere grade school, was being enrolled in high school classes. The man who had brought the new child in explained more than once why the student was to be taught higher level studies of everything they had, saying that the child was one of those really smart kids who were going to graduate early and make something of themselves, though in secret the man had another plan for the child.
Even as a whole school yeah passed things never changed, dirty looks and mocking laughs following the outcast student every corner turned and every schoolroom entered. The teachers pushed the student harder than the others, demanding that since they were in a higher level than a normal student of their age would be that they would have to prove themselves capable of keeping up and taking the heat directed upon them. Each obstacle was taken on though as easily as any other, each test given mastered and each homework assignment done and turned in before it was actually due. Extra credit was always done and extra classes were always taken as the outcaste student pushed themself harder than anyone else ever did. It seemed just to drown yourself in work and extra things that the pain and misery of everything would just go away, but it never did.
Another school year was starting to go by, but the student kept on going like nothing was going to stop their goals from being reached. It was the activity during lunch and free time that always caught the student's attention everyday though as nearly every boy in the school participated in it. Of course the older boys were the best at it, having been in practice for a greater deal of time than the younger boys as they also had more experience and tactical knowledge from their more advanced classes. This little game they played with spinning tops was called beyblading, and each day the student would stand away from everyone yet watch the matches that went on. So competitive the boys were, taunting each other and betting things against one another while having smaller tournaments here and there. It was always amusing for the student just to watch the boys have their fun.
Then came the day when the student got the courage, or rather got the order to challenge the best of the boys. It wasn't as easy as it sounded, as the man that told the student to do so didn't understand how much the other students were annoyed of the very presence that was brought on by just standing over half of the classroom or field away. The man had ordered it to happen anyways, and so it did one rainy day and storming day. The outcast wouldn't admit it, but there was something about the game that made the blood in their veins race with anticipation and eagerness yet calmness and understanding as well. Also the older than who had enrolled the student into the school had another adult male teaching them everything there was to know about beyblading. Strategies were always running through the child's mind, changing with every move that was made by the bladers of the school as they fought against one another.
Reluctantly enough the best beyblader in the all boy prep school accepted the challenge that was made by the outcast, thinking that no matter what he would win just because he was considered the best in the whole area as well. The outcast was as calm as they were taught to be as the match begun, reading each of the opponent's moves before they even came. The other students accused the outcast of cheating as more beyblades were launched into the fighting dish of the large gym. Each were going after the outcast's blade, weaving and planning as they worked together to try to defeat the student that was so easily avoiding their attacks. Finally the outcast's blade was caught in the center of the large dish, each of the other blades circling madly as other students soon joined in on the fun and launched their blades. In groups they attacked the beyblade in the center of the dish, yet with every attack the blade regained its balance and what looked like to be gaining speed as it went along. Now not only were students adding their beyblades to the fight, which was supposed to be one on one, but they were as well trying to physically harm the outcast. Each blow upon the centered beyblade sent a sharp pain through the outcast's body, but as they all began their taunting all over again it seemed to be too much.
It was hard to tell which came first, the blinding light blue light that leapt from the outcast's body into the center of the beyblade or the ear splitting scream that rose from the student's lungs. The storm outside the building seemed to suddenly worsen with each passing second, the wind howling like a pack of wolves as the pain pelted down in endless sheets along with good sized pieces of hail. The glowing light of the beyblade being attacked in the center of the dish grew only to slowly take form into a wolfish looking spirit with angry light blue eyes. As the glowing blue bit beast went on the attack as ordered by the will of the outcast the lights of the gym shattered sending sparks everywhere while each of the other student's beyblades were shattered into small pieces by the raging bit beast which looked to have just leapt from the soul of the outcast its self. As soon as the ear splitting scream ended it was all over, everything washed over in a pitch-black blanket.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Steel blue eyes shot open as Alexis suddenly sat up only to be rewarded with nausea and bone shattering pain as if her body had been just hit by a wrecking ball. Balance was lost as she started to fall back onto what seemed to be a very soft bed of warm cotton blankets but a pair of arms caught her from falling back so harshly as she was slowly lowered back down onto a feather soft pillow. If it wasn't for the complete lack of light in the room and the heart sinking realization that Cynewolf was gone from her meaning she wasn't aided by the sight of a wolf spirit Alexis could've more clearly saw who was helping her. Amazingly enough she was very much alive, not having expected that she would live through the explosion of the Abbey. Though the world was still spinning around her the pain was ebbing away and despite a parched throat she managed to croak out a single word. "Kai..?"
As if one cue Snowflake's head was lifted slowly, a cup held to her lips as her hands fluttered up to steady the glass more readily as the water that was in the glass was eagerly consumed. Soon a spoon found its way to her mouth, a cherry smell floating from the contents it held as Alexis could only guess it was some kind of medication of some kind, but to her anything that would help ease the pain her whole body was in would be grateful as she timidly swallowed the cherry flavored thick medication. It wasn't the best tasting thing and it didn't rest easily on an empty stomach, but her nose quickly picked up the warm and lightly spiced scent of some kind of soup. Still though she couldn't see who was helping her, once more calling out the name in which she desperately wanted it to be. "Kai?"
There was a long pause, uncomfortable for both parties as Alexis more carefully sat up this time. Slow were her movements, not sure if she was seriously injured out not or rather not really sure where she was to begin with. The person who had been helping her since she woke resumed doing so, putting several pillows behind her back before speaking. Amazing enough the voice shocked Snowflake as it was an older voice of an aged yet kind man. "I'm not this Kai who you ask for Little One. My name is Luscious, and you're quite lucky I found you. You've been asleep for nearly a full week! I found your frail little body at the edge of the forest by the building that exploded the day I found you. You must've black out and unconsciously crawled out of the rubble or something, though I didn't say anything to the news reporters. They'd be badgering you for answers as soon as you woke, but no matter you're safe here child."
"Where….is here?" Snowflake settled back into the soft pile of pillows that had been put at her back, slowly bringing her legs to cross Indian style in front of her as a few candles were lit in the room. The man was certainly aged, his face wrinkled yet friendly as her had a short white beard and a gray cap of hair on his head. Really he wasn't much taller than Alexis herself, waddling around the room as he picked up a bowl of soup and settled it in Snowflake's lap so she could eat. The room that they were in wasn't entirely too big, but it wasn't too small either as it had a comfortable homey feeling to it. There weren't any windows suggesting the room that they were in was some sort of den of the sorts, the walls almost looking to be made of dirt or clay. Once sitting back down in front of the dark skinned teen Luscious finally answered the question asked of him. "Where? Well let's see your about at the border line of Russia, west side of course. My home here is in the middle of the vast forest area, but there's a road not too far from here. I drove you here by cab and tended to your wounds, which have healed nicely, might I add. You're quite a fighter it seems Little One."
There was a slow pause, a spoon full of soup halfway to Alexis' mouth as she looked the older man over slowly. After eating the spoonful of soup and allowing the warm liquid to travel down her throat she spoke once more, calm it seemed from her nightmare just moments before yet seeming lost all the same. "You're name is Luscious? I thank you for your help you've given me, and I'm truly grateful. My name…. My name is Alexis Maximus." An ever so slight smile crossed her lips now knowing she no longer had to hide her name from people now. "Do you think you could…help me once more and get me a trip to South America? I know it's asking a bit much of you but that's where my… Where the people I care about are." Steel blue eyes downcast themselves quietly, looking at the soup that rested in Alexis' lap in which she suddenly took a great deal of interest in.
"Oh that wouldn't be asking much out of me at all Little One. My son works for a private airliner service, well actually to think about it he owns the service really. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to fly you down to South America to be with those you care about. Why you are all the way up here in Russia I don't know, but you must be lonely with everyone you care about being so far away. Reminds me…of a wandering wolf. Your eyes, fangs at that too as I've noticed those when I was feeding you when you were sleeping, look so much like a wolf's. Oh…. I also cleaned and stitched up the outfit I found you in, and no I didn't change you my wife did. She's out of town for today, traveling with a friend of hers leaving me here to take care of you, but never fear you're not a burden here." Warmly the old man chuckled, rubbing his beard lightly as his friendly brown eyes gleamed softly. Alexis couldn't help but she smiled sheepishly at Luscious before offering a gentle yawn. Before she knew it the soup was out of her lap and hr head in the soft pillows, needing sleep a lot more than she actually knew it as her body healed its self. "Sleep well Little One. May your sleep by a calm one and your trip just as much so."
