CHAPTER 11: RAYNE TO THE RESCUE
DK: ::wearily:: Hey Guys.
Kai: What's up with you?
DK: Nothing.
Rayne: Doesn't sound like nothing to me.
DK: Well I'm still in writer's block, but I managed to write something in this chapter. ::holds up the script::
Kai: ::snatches it and reads it:: Someone is going to kill you.
DK: ::Sarcastically:: And no one has since now?
Rayne: Let me see!!
Kai: ::hides the script:: Not now. Do the reviews.
Rayne: ::pouts:: Fine!
SchoolBoredom: Thank you
SapphireSword: Yeah. I'm trying to waste space but I'm also trying to use my so-call sense of humour, which I don't have. Part of this story is Tala/Rayne pairing so, yeah, we're cute together. I hope to learn my powers too… although I don't know what it is yet. May find out in this chapter if Drago-Kai would allow me ::gives DK an evil eye:: I wonder who's watching Sergei as well. And yes… it'll be ME to the rescue!! Thanks for the review and enjoy this chapter.
Darkfangs: Long time no heard from you DK says. And yes, you did mention your mom several times. And here's the update.
Fluffys-sidesick: thank you.
MiniJKitty: Thank you for the review
Kai: DK doesn't own Beyblade nor us except the Blade Angels and their bit-beast, Sergei and the mysterious people's bit-beast.
Rayne: ::growls at DK:: Here's chapter 11. Part two of 'Chapter 10: Where's Sergei?'
PREVIOUSLY ON BLADEBREAKER'S TWINS:
Rayne eyes widen slightly. "Thank you." She shouted when she bolted to the direction. 'Oh Sergei, where did you go my little bumblebee?' Rayne thought desperately.
NOW:
On the crowded street of Tokyo, Japan many citizens were out and about: hanging with their friends, visiting their families, going into the park, going to the theatre, and shopping. Well as Christmas comes nearer and nearer, the weather became colder and colder, and windier. Citizens all around Tokyo were wrapped in thick woolly coats and thick woolly scarves around their necks, along with thick mittens or gloves and hats, as they stroll up and down the streets, going in and out of shops, preparing their Christmas feast, decorations and parties.
But amongst those crowd a small child was wearing green and brown clothing, with thick blond hair under an over-size green bowler hat, chasing what seems to be a bright emerald butterfly. He was giggling as he chase after it, his small legs keeping up with the speed of the butterfly, his small arms out-stretched, trying to catch the butterfly.
His name was Sergei. Rayne Hiwatari and her butler, Geoffrey, raised him. As no one knows his Russian surname, he claims the name Hiwatari, related to Kai and Rayne as their little brother by adoption as well as being Spencer's biological brother. But either way, he was happy with the family he has. He was raised, being loved and carefree, instead of having the childhood the Hiwatari and the Demolition Boys has to go through. He lived in a big mansion with Geoffrey, ate as much as food as he wants, lay with any toys he wants as his childhood memories, instead of living a life in hell, being trained and punished by Voltaire and his servants, becoming cold and ruthless.
Now as he followed his family to Japan, he received special training from Rayne, on how to beyblade, on how to play a fair game, following the rules, how to give all your best, pushing yourself to your full potential, and most importantly, how to teach the cheaters to play fair. Today was one of those days he was to have that training but here he was, chasing after green butterfly. But what was worse that he was alone and he didn't even tell Rayne!
As he chased after the beautiful butterfly, up on the roof a building, hidden in the shadows were a group of mysterious bladers, their eyes fixed on the little kid.
"Is that him?" one of the five asked.
"Yes. They call him Sergei. Spencer's little brother."
"Do you all know what to do?" the leader of the five boys asked.
"Yes!" they chorused.
"Let's go!"
Rayne ran in and out of the trees, leaves blowing behind her as she create a small wind behind her, her scarf flying behind her. (DK: Everything blowing behind her huh?) She ran across half of the park and with no sign of Sergei then settled in finding him in the alleys. But no luck whatsoever. But he wasn't in either of the place at all. She then blend herself in the crowds, looking all over the heads for the little guy.
'Sergei where are you?' Rayne thought desperately. She look right and left, up and down, back and front, through the legs of the citizens, through the crowd but saw no Sergei. Instead she saw something, which is quite unusual and different.
As curiosity once again took over her, she quietly and sneakily followed the gang, using her skill as a member of the national Russian Air Force soldier. She flattened herself against the wall and slowly and quietly she moved along the wall and into the alleyway the gang disappeared to.
"Where did the brat go?" one of the gangster asked.
"I saw him this way. You know, his locks aren't that hard to find." The third member said.
"Lets just go." The leader interrupted. Slowly the five of them followed the trail on the snow made by Sergei's footstep, leading them down to the river. As they reached at one end of the bridge, they hid under the bridge and peaked outwards, and heard a soft giggling.
Lying on the soft, cold, snow was Sergei, with the green butterfly around him, touching his bare skin, tickling him, making him giggle from time to time as they play with each other, none of them aware of the danger.
"OK. Here's the plan." The head of the gang said, his ginger hair blowing softly to the wind. "There's a ware house just a few blocks from here. We torture the little guy until he screams, screams as loud as possible for Hiwatari to hear."
"Perfect." One of them grinned. So the four of them went to the warehouse while the Leader acted out phase on: Kidnap Sergei.
Sergei was still giggling and playing with the butterfly when someone tower over him, as he can see the shadow taking over the light from his eyelids as he had his eyes closed. He opened his eyes slowly and saw a young man towering him gently, a small smile on his innocent face.
"Hello." He greeted softly.
"Hi, mister. Are you lost?" Sergei asked, sitting up as the butterfly went away.
"No. But aren't you?"
Sergei looked around and took in his surrounding. He now knew that Rayne wasn't around, nor was he in the park.
"Mister, can you tell me where I am?" Sergei voice broke as he spoke.
Brooklyn smiled. 'This poor guy doesn't know what hit him.'
"You're at the river, little one." Brooklyn answered.
Fear and sadness clutched the younger boy's heart. He didn't like being alone; especially talking to someone he doesn't know. Plus he doesn't know how far he is from the Shuzoku Mansion. Sergei gulped, fear in his eyes as he looked up to Brooklyn.
Brooklyn frowned and kneeled in front of the little bumblebee.
"Don't be afraid, I'll look after you until your family finds you."
Sergei couldn't help but nod and accept his hospitality.
"Do you know how to beyblade?"
"My friend taught me, I even got my own beyblade."
"Wanna have some practice while we wait?"
"Ok." That seems to cheer the little boy up. Brooklyn stood up and extended his hand. Sergei clutched the hand and pulled himself up and followed still clutching. They entered the warehouse.
The warehouse was dark and slightly damp; giving you the scary feeling which Sergei is feeling at the moment. A hand resting on his shoulder gently suddenly made him feel safe, safe in the hands of Brooklyn.
"Don't worry about the place. It's harmless. If you want, we can practice beyblading until your friend comes.?"
Sergei nodded, not trusting his voice yet.
Brooklyn smiled evilly but the shadows covered half of his face, so Sergei couldn't see anything of his face features. Sergei took out his beyblade, while Brooklyn made his way to the other side of the dish, crouching in position. Sergei also crouched in position.
"3…2…1… LET IT RIP!" Brooklyn counted down.
"LET IT RIP!" Sergei shouted.
The two beyblades, one dark grey/black and one gold, meet in the middle of the dish and battled, circling each other.
"Let's go!" Sergei shouted. Brooklyn grinned, an evil idea forming in his mind.
"Shadow, Dark sparkle!" Brooklyn commanded.
Rayne lost the mysterious gang somewhere near the river bridge. She was standing in the middle of a market, looking around helplessly for any sign of the mysterious people or at least the green butterfly in the middle of a small blizzard.
"SERGEI? SERGEI!" Rayne shouted out, but the blizzard just block her voice. And then she saw it; the bright colour going up and down. The blizzard slowed down and only snow fell so Rayne had a better chance at what was moving. Her eye widen at the sight. 'IT'S THE GREEN BUTTERFLY'
The green butterfly was moving in a strange pattern as if it was telling Rayne something. With her legs having it's own mind, she walked towards the small insect, having the creature right in her face, with a few inches distance.
"What is it? Where is he? Do you know?" Rayne asked quietly.
The butterfly flew up and down several times then turned and moved forward, stopping only to look back to see if Rayne was following.
Getting the hint, Rayne nodded and follow the butterfly, all the way to the river.
It was for some time since Rayne followed the butterfly until it stopped, when they both arrived at the spot beside the river where Sergei was earlier on. Rayne looked around, for any sign of the little bumblebee but found none.
"Was this the last place?" Rayne asked.
The butterfly moved up and down as a gesture of saying yes.
"Thanks. I'll take it from here." Rayne said and the butterfly flew away to it's respectable home.
'SERGEI! SERGEI!" Rayne tried but all she can hear was her own echo, and the rushing noise of the river running. Thinking that standing around won't help, she moved about, going to paces near the river to find any clues of Sergei. And the first one was right under the bridge, the place she went to look.
Rayne walked towards the bridge and found some sort of footsteps in the mud.
"What's this?" she asked herself. She leaned over and saw that it was definitely footsteps, at lease shoe size seven.
"Might as well, follow it. Hope it brings me some sort of a place." So she re-traced the footstep of Brooklyn but didn't go far as an explosion sound erupted nearby. Looking up, she saw smoke coming from some few blocks away. Realisation dawn at her as her brain functioned into one possibility. Sergei might be somewhere near the explosion. Wasting no time, she ran, using her skill as a soldier for the Russian army, towards the warehouse.
Sergei cried out as the attack performed by Shadow, ripped up his sleeve and made a cut on his arm. This was like the fourth time, Brooklyn had the guts to attack an innocent child, who did nothing but chase a butterfly. Sergei had cuts on both of his arms and legs, making him collapse onto his knees, and cry. After all he is five-years-old.
"Why cry, little one?" Brooklyn asked.
"You're-you're hurting me." Sergei sniffed.
"Am I?"
"I agree!" someone called from above them. Brooklyn growled and looked up, noticing Rayne, her eyes turning completely crimson with fire burning in them and for once, he felt fear in his heart, but he showed it to no one.
"LET IT RIP!" Rayne launched her beyblade into the dish, knocking Sergei's beyblade out of the dish, landing it beside him and battling Shadow. Rayne jumped off and landed in front of Sergei, opposite Brooklyn, eyes still holding that fire.
"When you hurt a member of my family, you hurt me. Now it's time for you to feel the pain you out little bumblebee through. DEATHSCYTHE!" Rayne called her bit-beast.
The Black Angel of Death appeared, fiercer then ever as she too, had a bond with little bumblebee.
"BLACK HOLE ATTACK!"
Deathscythe's eyes turn pitch black as a black whirl with dark sparkles surrounded her, her black hair flying behind her as she prepared her attack.
"FIRE!" Rayne commanded.
Brooklyn felt helpless. This was the first time he ever fought a very powerful opponent like Rayne. Deathscythe placed her hands in front of her, chest level, palm-to-palm, an energy ball forming in the middle. And when Rayne gave word, the energy ball became a blast, the attack aiming for Shadow. The blast made a critical hit on Shadow, however it did not destroy the creature. Instead, the beyblade flew back into Brooklyn's hand as he made his get-away.
Rayne caught her beyblade, with ease and went to Sergei. Sergei had by then controlled his crying, sniffing from time to time. Rayne kneel in front of him, stroking his cheek.
"You OK now, bumblebee?"
Sergei nodded, not trusting his voice. Rayne soften at the sight of a child she consider her little brother. She leaned forward and hugged him tightly, comforting him. Sergei let out a sob, clinging onto Rayne. Rayne kissed the top of his head and stood up, still holding Sergei. Picking up his beyblade, she walked out of the warehouse, eyes on Sergei at all times.
Beyblades being put in the launcher suddenly erupted in her ears and she was forced to look up, to see a group of what look like Beyblade Gangster surrounding her, beyblades ready. Rayne's temper rose, and her eyes turned into slits and she bared her fangs at them but the ignored it, but deep down inside they were quivering, and Rayne could feel it.
'To control your power, all you have to do is think hard. Think hard and you'll get it.' Rayne remembered her mother's words. Rayne's eyes became pitch black just like Deathscythe has been a while ago and she concentrated hard, doing exactly as her mother told her to. She didn't know what her powers would be, but she believed in her mother, as she always did and concentrated hard.
The next she knew, she felt something sharp on her back as if an arrow shot through your heart and something heavy weighting on her back. Then bright white feathers were floating around her and an idea popped into her mind that was so crazy, but might be the only logical reason. Taking the risk, she looked behind and her eyes gaze at millions of bright white feathers stuck together to form wings.
But she also left her guard in which the gangsters took advantage of, launching their beyblade. But it was too late as each and every gangster launched his beyblade. The beyblade spun passed Rayne, the sharp attack ring cutting at every flesh possible. But Rayne's mind was set, taking Sergei to safety with help from her wings.
Shutting her eyes tightly and holding Sergei tightly in her arms, she flapped her wings hard and felt herself lift off the ground and into the sky. Feeling like a superman, Rayne manoeuvred herself and flew towards the mansion, a few miles North.
The red second hand passed number twelve, and the long, black minute hand stepped in afterwards, while the small, black hour hand struck number seven, did the chime turned on, indicating it was seven in the evening. Under the clock was a fireplace, where the flames glowed brightly, and dancing merrily. But the atmosphere wasn't a happy one.
Ray and Bryan was playing chess joined with Robert and Johnny, Amber and Alexia were sleeping lightly on the couches, with Max and Tyson watching over them Enrique and Oliver were talking quietly to each other with Spencer and Ian listening, Vivien was watching Boris type something in his laptop over his shoulder and Kai and Tala were pacing up and down in front of the fire.
Vivien started to get uncomfortable and so did Anya as she walked into the ballroom after helping out in the kitchen.
"Boys, please. You're making us nervous then we're already are."
Kai sighed and ran his hands over his face. Suddenly a thud was heard. Everyone turned his or her attention to the front door. Amber and Alexia even woken up.
"What was that?" Amber asked.
"Don't know." Bryan answered.
"I'll check it out." Tala said heading towards the door, followed by Kai. Tala opened the golden door and gasped. Outside was a very injured Rayne, her arms around a sleeping Sergei, holding him to her chest. She was leaning against a wall beside the doorframe.
"RAYNE!" Tala started. Rayne opened her eyes slowly and weakly and gave him a small smile.
"Hey." She barely whispered. Spencer and Ian also followed Tala and were stood behind them, looking over their shoulders.
"Sergei!" Spencer cried softly and pushed through the small crowd.
"He's fine. He's just sleeping although he's injured." Rayne said, passing the little bumblebee to Spencer. Spencer nodded and took Sergei into his room, followed by Vivien, who went and warmed up Sergei.
Tala looked worriedly at Rayne but she shrugged it off.
"I'm fine." As Rayne took a step forward, she swayed, loosing her balance as the rest of her energy disappeared. Tala's eyes widen and caught Rayne before she fell to the ground.
"Rayne? Rayne!" Tala tried to wake Rayne but she didn't move nor speak, just breathed.
Tala picked her up bridal-style and took her to her bedroom, nodding to Anya to come with him.
Tala knocked on the door.
"Come in." Someone said from inside. Tala entered without hesitation and saw Anya putting a blanket over Rayne.
Anya stood up from where she was crouched and looked up at him.
"She's fine. Just out of energy. I'm not sure when she'll be awake but it won't be anytime soon."
"You should be a doctor. You're fit for it."
"I know. Rayne said so herself. I'll leave you to it." Anya added when she saw her brother gazing at Rayne's prone body. Anya walked past her brother and slipped outside the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Tala walked slowly and quietly, almost in a zombie-like walk, towards the bed, tears stinging his eyes. He went to the foot of the bed and walked round, letting his fingers touch the blanket, snaking his fingers around Rayne's hand, clutching it gently. Then sat beside her, stroking her hair absently, while looking at her soft, fair face.
"Please wake up Rayne." Tala sighed. Looking at the clock, he realise it was getting late but he never left Rayne's side. Sitting on the bed, he carefully and gently pulled Rayne towards him, so that she was lying between his legs, her head against his chest. Tala wrapped his arms around her and rests his own head on her shoulder, falling into a sleep.
PS. Sorry it took a month since my last update. I was in a writer's Block. Don't forget 2 review.